Thursday, June 07, 2018

Hear No Evil


Would you believe that with the help of a loving and supportive boyfriend and a quick mute-button finger, I have not had to listen to this man's voice once in the past 18 months? The closest I came was when I was in Arizona visiting my parents last year and they wanted to watch the news. I knew this was a recipe for disaster with Mr. and Mrs. Both Sides, so I suggested we not. But my stepfather put it on anyway -- and Trump immediately came on the screen. I panicked -- and jumped up putting my fingers in my ears and started loudly chanting "LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA" as I headed to the guest room. (I knew I looked ridiculous, but I do not want to deal with THAT.) Unbeknownst to me, someone had left a fan on in the room where I was sleeping so when I went to close the door, it got away from me and SLAMMED shut. I wasn't angry at all -- I just don't want to hear that weaselly voice -- but my mom took the whole scene (and slam) to mean I was truly upset. There was suddenly a quiet tap on the door, and then she came in to "console" me and to make sure I was OK. It was totally unwarranted -- I tried to explain to her about the fan -- but she was in full-on Mom mode and I thought it was too adorable to stop her. It also seemed fitting given that on Nov. 8 when reality began to set in, Damian broke down in tears lying on the bed in our apartment in Chelsea while I sat staring into space almost numb thinking, "I want my mommy." 


At least it's a good time to be an art director ...


3 comments:

Frank McCormick said...

The saddest part is that this is NOT humor or satire as it all is perfectly true.

Ivana B. Deaf said...

Can your boyfriend find me a boyfriend/husband so that I no longer have to hear that voice either?

Dean Jennings said...

Just as an fyi, you can push your ears closed with any to extremities and hum the tune of your choice while going to your "happy place" to avoid the potus whine.

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