To say goodnight on a nicer note, and because I love Dumb & Dumber (omg a new one is being made with Jeff Daniels and Jim Carrey)
“Ok Steve, time for a chat .Youve been holding out on me for too long. Lets arrange a time and we can skype.”
Guess I’ve been avoiding her for too long.
Mum really really wants to talk to me. She’s so desperate she’s even trying the aggressive approach thinking it might work to a person of my character. It really wont. Because the truth is I don’t want to talk with her about how life is going and all that other shit she usually talks to me about. My life is always going shit, and I hate pretending its good just so you feel better. And if I do feel like telling the truth, I don’t want to hear your advice. Its always the same and its really shitty, and I don’t want to have to pretend like I appreciate it.
Most of the time I talk with her its a struggle not just to speak my mind about how boring everything is we talk about, and about how that is why I don’t like to talk to her. Because then she will inevitably cry and make me feel even worse than I already do on a daily basis. And I know all this because I’ve done it all to her before.
I’m the worst son.
Theres this old fella I met at this pub I’ve gone to a few times in Canberra. He’s one of the last surviving Rats of Tobruk (for any WWII history nuts out there) and is 92 years young. Anyways because he’s old as shit and he’s been all over the world, he has like an endless amount of stories to tell.
He was telling me about ‘whore houses’ in WWII. He was saying the army would go around to various brothels and check out the girls’ health, and hang up red lights if the girls inside were ‘clean’ (ie. appeared disease free). I was genuinely curious if they even used protection back in those days, as that seems like a lot of effort to go through. He told me they did, but this was before latex condoms. They used ‘lambskin’ which is basically sheep intestines. I thought it seemed strange so I asked “were lambskin condoms like available everywhere or something back then?” and he said no, there was like one per girl in the brothel, and it was washed after every use.
I’m glad I live today and not in the 40s.
