Let’s start with a psychiatric admission, should a psychiatrist choose to take me on as a case. “It’s all my mother’s fault.”
Of course it is! All of us know that everything we do which others see as being quirky, weird, laughable, socially awkward, strange, eccentric, batty – is our mother’s fault. I have a friend who always told her daughter she could blame her in her memoirs.
This rambling all goes back to a dog. My brother’s dog. He died when the neighbor poisoned him and my brother was at camp. I was home that summer. We had to bury the dog in the backyard, but before we did, my mother put on lipstick. (She and the Avon lady emphasized how that one thing could just brighten your face.) It was a somber day and the mood did need to be lifted. Probably my mother was trying to cover her tears by doing something else and all I remember is the lipstick part?
Obviously, I still keep that memory and always put on lipstick before I meet the public. Or bury a dog.
So sweet. These are characters that need to be in a book. Just sayin’.
You are too sweet yourself! Maybe?