Yesterday, my mother, The Attorney, left a comment on my "I'm not a morning person" post. Well, it wasn't a comment so much as a jumble of characters supposed to resemble a face. I e-mailed her...OCD: What the heck is that?
The Attorney: Doesn't it look like a face?
OCD: I guess so. What kind of face is it supposed to be?
The Attorney: A stoic face?
OCD: Okay. What does "stoic" mean?
The Attorney: No fucking clue. Go look it up.
The Attorney: "Sto·ic –adjective 1. of or pertaining to the school of philosophy founded by Zeno, who taught that people should be free from passion, unmoved by joy or grief, and submit without complaint to unavoidable necessity. 2. (lowercase) –noun. a member or adherent of the Stoic school of philosophy. 4. (lowercase) a person who maintains or affects the mental attitude advocated by the Stoics."
At this point, I left to take my lunch break. When I came back, there was more...
The Attorney: Did I piss you off?
OCD: No, I was on lunch. You're funny.
The Attorney: Does it annoy you that you're more like your mother than you think?
OCD: Why you gotta be hurtful? I didn't do anything to you.
The Attorney: LOL
By the way... Yes. Yes, it does annoy me that I'm more like my mother than I think! It gives me nightmares and hives.
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