“I don't consider them scary!” she
bragged, when her mother talked about “those evil boys” on the
block.
Her mom looked surprised and said:
“Darling, you don't have to pretend they're not scary enough for
you to say that you don't want to be with them! I know, for certain,
that you don't have a notion of them as being the same as us! We are
not like the boys! We are not silly enough to pretend is's cool to be
into really pretend everyone should be mistreated and then labelled
as immature when they aren't ready for it!”
“I can't find it in me to find them
to be scary, just the same, mom! Because I find it in them to be
frightening only if one pertains to acquittal, prudery and such!”
Her mother looked at her in slight
chock. It was not she who was at all like her daughter about this! It
was this type of attitude she would have expected only from a man!
“It's not very easy,” she said at
length, “to find them to be of acquittal and prudery, or so, for
the sake of being a prude person oneself! But I guess you really feel
they are smart enough to want to be with them! And thereby you
pretend to be as uppish as they are! ... Don't even see yourself as
my daughter anymore! I consider you hereby to be not of my family,
but only the filth I really had to cope with and thereby have to deal
with as if she were my own flesh and blood!”
“Mom, I don't have to deal with that
you no longer feel up to being a parent! After all, you find it in me
to be just like yourself! Because, otherwise, how come they fucked
you in the first place, the boys - like my dad, whom you fucked
just so that I could enter that stomach of yours, and become this
so-called filth that you had to deal with!”
Shocked again, Lisa's mother took a
deep breath. “I,” she said, “never dealt with them as if they
were anything but the kinda filth that I wanted only for the sake of
bedtime glory! I wasn't after it for anything but for the sake of
money and lust for the sex that doesn't deal with lust as though it
shouldn't be there!”
“I know, mom! that's why I say it!”
Her mother looked astonished. “It's
why you say what?!” she burst out.
Lisa sighed. “Mom, I don't say what,
because you don't need me to say who I am! Remember, I'm not your
daughter, and according to your standards, consequently, I'm not the
type of girl you should want to know anything about!”
Her mother looked at her, puzzled this
time over her insolence about her lack of care about her family.
“Look, Lisa, I didn't mean that when I said you were not to be at
all what I consider my responsibility! I mean I have to look after
yo, because it is stated in the law! Thereby you should speak to me
now, and tell me what you think it means that those boys aren't ready
to see moral as something worthwhile - and not just pretend for me
that you are not my responsibility! ... I have, for the sake of spite
tried to figure them out, but now that I, in the first place, can't
find it in you to be like myself, now I have to ask what they - and
thereby you - are all about!”
Lisa looked at her mother with some
respect for her with slight avidity for her aspirations. It seemed
now to her that her mother was of the cunning kind that shouldn't be
treated as though they had a point of view that wasn't to be
respected. “I consider myself,” she said at last, “to be the
filthy type of woman, whom they shall try to find out about how they
can find her to be robust enough to be reckoned with without
hesitation as the one to be viewed as clear enough on their points
not to be trouble for them. I mean I can find it in me to be of the
sort that doesn't seem to be filthy, but still can seem to be real
about their points about being masculine! Thereby I'm always filthy!
See how I find myself at home with never even bothering to stand up
against being nasty and downright dirty with my horny will to see it
in myself not to be of anything but the type of hardy attitudes that
are necessary to be with those types of fellas!”
Her mother looked down, seemingly
thoughtful about why she hadn't figured this out about them. After a
while, she opened up and said: “I too can start to be down-right
dirty, then, with them! I too can find it in me to actually
understand them just as long as I'm down-and-right dirty, dear! From
now on, thereby, I will not scold you for having such an attitude!
It's just that form now on I will no longer be the mom that you can
consider to be a caring guardian of the life that we have! So, you
and I can from here on try to understand these fellows without trying
to be into seeing them as the supreme beings they seem to be
otherwise! From now on, I too will be filthy about them! From now on,
I too will pretend for them that they are just the same as the notion
of filth that I have in my body for it! ... Cool stuff that you
happened to figure out a way to deal with those gangsters, just as I
was giving up on really being into trying, even, to deal with them!”
“Okay, mom! Then you and I shall,
from here on, be filthy about them all! Okay, let's start to deal
with them as such, mom!” the daughter said happily.
“I see that they won't be the trouble
I thought they were, then! But how come, Lisa, do you find it in them
not to be crude enough not to be considered weird or at least awkward
when it comes to society's requirements of us pertaining to humility
and so?!”
“I don't consider them to be worthy
of my attention for that sake, ma! I just dig them enough to find
them to be amusing for me when I want to be really crude! I don't
want to be dirty all the time!”
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