Tuesday, June 22, 2010

ohmygosh

ok so i am not exaggerating. i never do. i just happen to have a lot of stories, and the past few days i have been a total freak magnet, as my friend bk likes to say.

i have one story from this past saturday that is SO unbelievable to share, (something i witnessed while on a run that you cannot even guess... and seriously... you really cannot even guess). my other story is happening right before my eyes....

i am at logan airport (free wifi - hollaaa), and i am certain i am witnessing a real life oedipus complex. i had only learned about this in sociology, and i apologize if anyone is offended that i am writing about this, (as it's happening in front of my face), but there is a serious Oedipus Complex, or perhaps something worse, going down across from where i am sitting at this gate.

this son has to be about 15ish. glasses, braces, pretty nerdy. he and his mom are all over each other, and yes, i have heard him call her "mom". they are playing eye-spy. (of note: i believe one of the objects was the pink ponytail holder around my wrist... yes, that's how close i am sitting near them). they are cooing, ooohing and cuddling. he is petting her head, his face was in her lap at one point. this is so inappropriate.

i gotta go now. we're boarding.
totally grossed out,
cw

2 comments:

  1. gross diggity. glad you didn't share the other story - which i will attest i could not guess - not even in my wildest dreams (and if I ever had a dream about what you saw on the mass ave bridge at 1pm then I will submit to night terror testing at mass general hospital).

    i'm sort of upset that none of these rando experiences have happened to me, but i've decided it's a good balance if we are to have our own show.

    xok

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  2. 1. i'm still haunted by the first story.
    2. you didn't know what an Oedipus complex was until college? I learned that ish in 7th grade Shakespeare.
    3. Your second story is also super creepy and gross. But not as bad as the first. Barf.

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