When You Are Expending Much

My Husband Is Always Accusing Me Of Being A Context-free Individual. He Asks Something And He Has No Idea Where It Came From Or What It Related To. I Have To Supply Him With Way More Supplementary Information Than I Ever Have To Supply My Female Friends.

I Have A Daughter Who, When Younger, Possessed No Barrier Between Her Emotional Self And The Outside World. Her Emotional Insides Spilled Out All Over, And, Especially When I Was Sleep-deprived And Probably A Little Paranoid, This Really Threatened Me. It Was As If She Were Embodying And Expressing The Insecurities And Freaked-outedness I Never Express, And Which I've Learned Over The Years To Keep Hidden.

I've Subsequently Become Conscious Of Making Memories. Which Makes Me Sound Like A Scrapbooker.

I Don't Think Fake People Living In A Fake House In A Fake Suburb Are Any Less Dismissible Or Believable Than A Fake Psychic Attending A Fake School In A Fake Town. Nothing's Inherently Believable About Any Kind Of Fiction, Because All Of It's Untrue.

Whenever I Hang Out With My Female Friends, I Feel Like Context Is Never Needed. They Can Just Say Two Words About Something, It's Like Hearing The First Two Notes Of A Song And You Can Always Identify The Song. They Can Just Say A Word And I Know Exactly What They're Talking About.