Yeesh

[shadesong]

Phone call. My sister. Wants to talk to Elayna. Elayna, as usual, doesn't want to talk on the phone... phone gets passed to my mom, who opens with, "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

Me: "Ummm... yeah?"
Her: "Is there school tomorrow?"

It is at this point that I remember that tomorrow is Yom Kippur. I clarify that there is indeed school tomorrow. We segue into talking about how I'd like to go to Orlando in the fall the visit morenasangre and Farren and go to the parks and stuff, and her unsolicited opinions about the cost of airfare and park tickets and whatnot...eventually, she winds down, and I say, "I'll try to get Elayna to call you later, okay?"

Her: "Well, we'll be at *temple* later."
Me: "Oh yeah, huh."
Her: "Are you - well, no, if you're not going to temple, you're not fasting, I guess," spoken in the Voice of Ultimate Disappointment
Me: "Umm, no - I have a medical exemption from that. Hypoglycemia, remember? Wacky coma fun?"
All I get from her is a heavy sigh...

I'm glad I can get away with only talking to them every other week or so...

Comments

[martinhesselius.livejournal.com]

::Hugs::

[shadesong.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm just amused at this point. :) See, on some levels, my relationship with my family is High Tragedy.... I actually enjoy how mundane this part is. I'm a Disappointment. I was supposed to be a lawyer married to a doctor, president of the temple sisterhood, a perfect Jewish society matron like my mother. Instead I'm a raggedy punk secretary who writes comic books, had a child out of wedlock, I'm living in sin, and I don't go to temple. If they only know about the pagan, polyamourous, and D/s bits, they'd keel over on the spot...


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[martinhesselius.livejournal.com]

::Grin::
I knew that I liked you for good reasons!
::Hugs::

[songwind.livejournal.com]

Thankfully when I came "out" to my mother about paganism, her only response was, "You don't have to kill anything do you? No? Ok." She also bought "Positive Magic" in an attempt to understand.

[iroshi.livejournal.com]

Heh. When I first told my mother that I'd changed my religion, her answer was, "Well, it's not like you're doing midnight rituals or casting *spells* and stuff." I politely didn't respond to that, and the conversation went elsewhere.

This was three years ago, though. By now, *all* of my sisters have come out of the broom closet (though one of my three sisters is stated-agnostic, though she leans toward paganism in her actual beliefs and actions), and son of said sister had his Wiccan dedication in my eldest sister's coven this past Ostara. :) My mother went to Winter Solstice ritual with my eldest sister last year.

[ex-ilk.livejournal.com]

Family: Sometimes I feel I can't tell the difference anymore.

Emotional vampires or concerned loved ones? At times it feels like they call just to make sure you know how disappointed they are in you. How refreshing.

[shadesong.livejournal.com]

Like I said in response to martinhesselius, this isn't drama... it's just amusing. I take a certain glee in being the black sheep; it's very freeing... :)

[iroshi.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I remember that! I used to feel that way when I was a fundie Christian. (My mother, you see, is intolerant of anyone with deeply held beliefs. You're not supposed to be *fanatical* about anything.) It was, actually, really fun being the black sheep of the family. Now my whole family's pagan. It's *weird*, fitting in with them again. But hey, *I* was the first one out of the four who actually *told* the parents. Go me. :)

[nomadmwe.livejournal.com]

Wacky coma fun! Party time!
*boots the disco ball, strobe lights, and wacky blacklighting on*
Word, yo!
*looks at the passing epilectic start to melt*


Oops.

[mightywombat.livejournal.com]

Happy coma fun!!! LOL! Sorry... that was just too rich...

Thank all the gods of genetics and temperance that my mom isn't like that. She' an ordained Presbyterian minister (she workes with computers, just like everyone else), tbu she doesn't make me go to church anymore.

[elorie.livejournal.com]

My mother is a traditional Southern Mama. So, she's still trying to run my life (or was before her health got too bad and she quit having the energy to manage all seven adult children's lives), but she's oblique about it. Nothing so direct as what you depicted there. The down side to this approach is the Time-Delay Stealth Guilt Bomb....my mother raises passive-aggression to a subtle, ninja-esque art form...

Eeeep?

[azurelunatic]

Grr and argh. There are some people who don't take medical problems seriously, I guess.

Re: Eeeep?

[shadesong.livejournal.com]

She forgets things that don't fit into her worldview, is all....



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Re: Eeeep?

[azurelunatic]

I suppose one could always, if one were intent on observing the fast, perform a symbolic fast: keep blood sugar at acceptable levels, but limit the food eaten to very basic, rather bland, items, and do without condiments.

But then, that's not your religion anymore, is it? <azzgrin>

Hm.

I should actually suggest that to the kids I used to babysit, if they're interested in observing that holiday traditionally later on. Three adorable little girls, and the younger two are diabetic.

[nukewolf.livejournal.com]

I have a Jewish Mother too. I feel your pain. ;)

[phantom_wolfboy]

Ya know, a couple of weeks after you posted your last post about your parents, my mother came up to see me and I made sure to give her an extra hug just for letting me be myself.

[shadesong.livejournal.com]

Cool. Yes. Appreciate your mom. :)

[azurelunatic]

Gods know I appreciate mine.

My father is of the "most religions are hooey, but it makes people feel better about themselves and the world" mindset. Rather, some essential truths dressed up in hooey. He decided that all magic was bunk after he and the voodoo doll broke a teacher's ankle.

When I came out of the closet as being bisexual, my mother flipped out gently ("There are some people in this town who are very against things like that, and they'd avoid us for you being weird, and I know boys your age can be pains, but that doesn't mean you should give up on them entirely..." "Mama, I'm not a lesbian!"), but my father said nothing about it whatsoever, until he pointed out the beautiful interlocking silver rings that were two naked women embracing, and snickered about it conspiratorially.

He didn't comment when I showed up wearing one, and then conspicuously mailed half away to my fiancée.

[voltbang.livejournal.com]

Friendgirl in a coma,
I know, I know,
It's Yum Kippurius.