Spawn has been a little bit remote lately. Not as remote as I’d like, say Guadeloupe but there has definitely some distance between us in the last couple of days. Of course as a mother, the matter needed immediate attention. So after watching Britain’s Got Talent, talking on the phone for an hour, chatting to the neighbour and taking a 45 minute nap, I got straight onto the important business of finding out just what was going on with him.
“What is the reason for your interruption mother? I was busy contemplating how as humans, we define not only who we are but how the course of our lives are run by way of the choices that we make, largely due to external forces beyond our control. That existence offers no explanation or transcendant force and that it is this nothingness, that determines why we feel the need to find the meaning of life.”
“Which is a social commentary on the prolonged deprivation of parental care, as well as how the withdrawal of such a secure attachment, can yield many complex issues which arise as a result of abandonment.”
“Mother, we’ve been through all this already, I know how babies are born. You meet a man, fall in love and with the aid of alcohol and low self esteem, commence with the matter of coupling. What follows next is two minutes of pleasure, followed by a lifetime of bitterness and regret.”
“Ah, so you did pay attention? that’s good to know. I can’t wait to tell you all about the miracle that some call childbirth but which I call AGONY! Seriously, I didn’t know that anyone could experience so much pain and NOT die! But no, it’s not that talk. I’m referring to the other talk.”
Oh Spawn, denial is not just a river in the south of France you know, but no, it’s not that talk either. It’s just that, well…I’ve noticed that you don’t seem like your usual self lately.You seem somewhat… disconnected.”