“What is wrong with you?” My mother had said these words so many times to me that my sisters had adopted them. I had a habit of grabbing some scissors and pulling up a chair while my mother cooked dinner. I cut up whatever was in sight–letters, bills, report cards–it was relaxing after a long day at school to just cut things up, cut, cut, cut. The way some people needlepoint. My father saw me doing this once and said, “Don’t be an idiot.” I didn’t speak to him all night, and then I wrote a retaliatory note to him, in pencil so dark it ripped the paper. I pressed down on it like a dying man, writing, “I am not an idiote. Do not call me one!” I put it on his pillow. My dad apologized right away but from that day on whenever I did something stupid, my sisters would say, “I am not an ID-I-OTE! Do not call me one!” in the voice of John Merrick, the Elephant man.
All posts for the day November 12th, 2011
ID-I-OTE!
Posted by hopeseguin on November 12, 2011
https://aimlesswithpurpose.wordpress.com/2011/11/12/id-i-ote/
unlimited power
Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of husbands. Remember all men would be tyrants if they could.
Abigail Adams, 1744 – 1818
Posted by hopeseguin on November 12, 2011
https://aimlesswithpurpose.wordpress.com/2011/11/12/unlimited-power/