I Would Love To Write
All my life, which isn’t that long tbh, I have been called “momma” such stuff, by all my friends. Right from elementary school, I have had my best friends label me as their mom no. 2. Too caring and cautious for my own good, I never refuted the nick name. It stuck. Through school, college and even now at work. I have my colleagues who call me “maa”. LOL, a lot older ones at that.
I have been like that, right from beginning. Responsible, sensible and serious. I do stupid stuff, but only when nobody else is. I am voice of reason in a drunk lot, only one sober by the end of parties. Not least of all is my fascination with kids. Show me some kids, toddlers or babies, I go bat sh!t crazy. I have had occurrences when I literally went to cuchi coo some stranger’s babies. My friends threatened to deny that they know me, if the strangers thought I am a kidnapper. LOL. Good old days!
Today, I had somebody tell me I am a kid. They have before noticed how immature I am. I mean I have had some people tell me, I act like a kid sometimes but this was different. And I am thinking now, in my bed, end of the day. He is right, I am immature and act like a naggy kid. One who cries whole way to and from the story for candy that she doesn’t get. And whats weird is, I only act like this with him. I don’t know why. The serious, big girl to whiny kid transformation. And I have been thinking. I think I nailed it to the fact that I finally have a person, I don’t have to be responsible around, or voice of reason for. Because He is mature and calm and collected. And I can finally let go and not worry. I can trust him to take care, be responsible for both of us. He brings out the drama queen in me, the whiny child and cribber absolute.
But this isn’t right. I need to gather myself. I don’t want to drive him crazy with my craziness.. LOL. I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact. I am a child, and I do act childish. But this.. Hmm.. Its gonna stay in my brain for a long while. I am not sure I like being called a brat, compared to mother India. I am sure I would pick the later.
I have been like that, right from beginning. Responsible, sensible and serious. I do stupid stuff, but only when nobody else is. I am voice of reason in a drunk lot, only one sober by the end of parties. Not least of all is my fascination with kids. Show me some kids, toddlers or babies, I go bat sh!t crazy. I have had occurrences when I literally went to cuchi coo some stranger’s babies. My friends threatened to deny that they know me, if the strangers thought I am a kidnapper. LOL. Good old days!
Today, I had somebody tell me I am a kid. They have before noticed how immature I am. I mean I have had some people tell me, I act like a kid sometimes but this was different. And I am thinking now, in my bed, end of the day. He is right, I am immature and act like a naggy kid. One who cries whole way to and from the story for candy that she doesn’t get. And whats weird is, I only act like this with him. I don’t know why. The serious, big girl to whiny kid transformation. And I have been thinking. I think I nailed it to the fact that I finally have a person, I don’t have to be responsible around, or voice of reason for. Because He is mature and calm and collected. And I can finally let go and not worry. I can trust him to take care, be responsible for both of us. He brings out the drama queen in me, the whiny child and cribber absolute.
But this isn’t right. I need to gather myself. I don’t want to drive him crazy with my craziness.. LOL. I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact. I am a child, and I do act childish. But this.. Hmm.. Its gonna stay in my brain for a long while. I am not sure I like being called a brat, compared to mother India. I am sure I would pick the later.
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