What a World

Wouldn't that be a lovely headline?
Life Is... Beautiful
On the New York Times. -- Oh What a World, Rufus Wainwright

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My mother goes to Dallas on the 19th of Maaarch for a reduction. She'll be happy, because she's lived with those things her whole life, and now that she's older, she doesn't need the extra weight to carry around. As awkward as this conversation topic seems, I thought it appropriate for the song quote. I can understand people getting surgery on their chests for things like this, but I find it difficult to understand augmentations, seeing as how there is probably a perfectly good reason to have small breasts, and they still work healthily, nor cause back pain. And they'll enlarge when you have a baby more often than not, so really why bother? Ah, but I'm boob-less, so I'll leave it at that.

Anyway, I was supposed to go, and I think I want to, but my mom doesn't want to get another room with a smaller bed, because of the surgery (that way she doesn't get bumped in the night), and she asked if I could stay at Jon's. I don't know, I feel strange about all that. We'll figure it out.

A couple days ago, someone told me I was condescending. It was amazing, really. They said that everything I did, whether consciously or not, made them feel terrible and reminded them how crappy their life was. All this, of course, is not my fault, because I'm secure in my life and how it stands, and that person is obviously not. Now, not to say that I wont take a lot of what he said to heart and work on not being condescending in the future, but I'll also take my own advice, and respect what other people feel in their hearts to be true. And before I confront someone, I'll try to see it from their perspective and consider the fact that what I may be doing in that situation is exactly what I'm pointing out on them.

Just a note, I really like that new song you have, Christie. It's so pretty.