15. Listen to Your Mother. Even If It Hurts.

sometimes i get the feeling that my mother is so supersaturated with advice that she can't help but occasionally explode with too much information.

and when you have to explode with too much information, very little attention is paid to how said information is shared.

or even what.

sometimes, it doesn't make sense at all.

other times, it's surprising just how much it actually does make sense.

and my mother tends to use any excuse to release some of her tension.

like awkward lulls in conversation.

or when you're already down.

in this case, it was after watching The Notebook.

as she and i were the only two at home for a weekend, we decided to have a movie night.

when the saptastic movie was done, i looked over and was surprised to see just how much my mother obviously secretly enjoyed it.

she sighed.

"So," she said, "what did you sink obah dah moobie?"

"...I dunno," i answered, "It was pretty cheesy and predictable."

"WHAAA?!"

i'd touched a nerve.

"Whaddyou mean, 'predeeeectaball?!' What to predeeect? Dey old!"

i shrank into my corner.

"DEY OLD!" she repeated, "What to predeect? Dey lib-uh, dey lub-uh, dey DIE!"

i was 15.

and, until that moment, full of hope.