Yesterday my mom had the pink shag carpet from my childhood bedroom removed.
I admit, that stung. Not in a riled up sort of way but more like a quick pull of a band aid. Plus, how am I going to make fun of it every visit if it isn't there?
It is being replaced with some flooring that I missed the details on (sorry, mom) because immediately my mind went to a place of nostalgia and I pictured myself sitting on that pink shag listening to Cindi Lauper on my record player. I can't believe she is getting rid of that carpet. The woman in me wants to say "good for you Elizabeth! I am so glad you can finally do the things with the house that you have wanted to for so long." The selfish kid in me however had this to say (while stomping foot loudly and pointing) "NO! That's my room and you can't do what you want with it."
I asked her if she would please go outside before they took the carpet away and cut pieces of it to make scatter rugs for the new floor... that was kind of said in jest, kind of truth. Although I do always say that there is always truth in jest.
She's having it painted too. Okay, sting now more like a band aid being pulled off tiny bits at a time. I am sixteen, no wait maybe fifteen. I am arriving home from my dads after my summer vacation down in Massachusetts. I open my bedroom door expecting to find my room exactly the way I left it. Instead I open it to blue and tie die. "WHAT is this?" "Happy Birthday! Do you like it?" I needed a moment to let it sink in. I liked the tie die sheet that hung over the lite fixture on the ceiling. But the walls...what is this stripe thing? Okay had moment, still hasn't sunk in. I'll pretend I like it for now and decide later if I really do. Yes, eventually I decided I loved it. It seems like all that happened just yesterday. Clocks really should have wings as time does fly.
I really am happy for her. It took a long time, but she is able to do the house the way she wants now. When I say long time I mean like my twenty year High School reunion was last summer if that helps put it into perspective.
Because I analyze everything to death I started pulling this apart and thinking about my childhood and how it has affected my adulthood and what am I doing to my kids now and where is this country going to be if the lazy ass young adults who are too busy gaming and texting and having everything handed to them don't realize that life is not in fact handed to you? That in the real world not everybody gets a trophy just for showing up. And no, the effin dishes do not put themselves in the dishwasher. How many times can that be repeated? Every flippin' day, that's how many. I just see so many slackers. Common sense seems to be overruled by ignorance with this generation. I fear for this country. Yup, all this from pink shag carpet. Amazing how the ADD mind works.
Squirrel.
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