What do you do when you fall for a guy who’s chased by legions of women? It’s not the insecurity issue at stake here, but the worry that I might become simply one of many; another face in the crowd. I do not want to chase, yet I do want him to know that he has found favour in my eyes. How to walk the tightrope? What will distinguish me from all the rest? I know not.
Mother: (having let a finger linger on one of the keys in the midst of typing, resulting in multiple appearances of a single letter on monitor screen) “What do I do now?”
Me: “You backspace.”
Mother: “How?”
Me: “You press the key labelled ‘Backspace’.”
Me: “OK, now ‘Enter’.”
Mother: (presses spacebar)
Me: “No, not the spacebar! Enter!”
Mother: (third time exiting e-mail program) “I’ve finished. How do I get out?”
Me: “Click ‘Sign out’.”
Mother: “Where?”
Me: “The same place it’s always been.”
Mother: (searches the screen, clueless)
Me: (taking pity on mother) “At the top of the screen!”
Me: (teaching mother to disconnect from dial-up line) “See the picture of two computers down there at the bottom of the screen? Click them.”
Mother: “Those are two computers? They look like goblets to me.”
Father: “You think not getting enough sleep will make you lose weight?”
Me: “Doesn’t it?”
Father: “Getting less sleep won’t make you lose weight, it’ll make you go insane! Sleep has nothing to do with the body and everything to do with the brain!”
Me: “That might explain some things…”
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