Eek, thought she knew.

Campfire's picture

Okay, got seriously drunk last night. Big time. Same on Saturday. However, rather than the alcoholic sitting at home drinking 3 bottles of wine to myself kind of drunk, I was out clubbing. Anyway, I had a brilliant weekend and woke up feeling happy. Yay.

So then I phoned my mum, just to see if I did anything the night before - naturally, I don't remember coming home or going to bed or much of anything. And sometimes I do stupid things like leave the grill on and nearly make the house explode. She said, "We need a long chat when I get in" - but she said it in a caring way, not a stern way. My immediate thought was "Oh my god I've said I'm gay or something", and because she's at work she refused to say what it was. But then she said it was something "dangerous", on a par with blowing up the house. I asked her if it was a "life changing" thing, and she said "No of course not" but that it could have been a "life ending thing."

I'm still not convinced though...she wanted me to get off the phone so perhaps she was just lying. I just can't figure out why we'd need to "chat" if I did something dangerous, and why she couldn't mention it on the phone. Usually it's just "you idiot, don't do that again". Oh and also when I asked her "did I wake you up last night", she said "no"...so then how did she know I did anything dangerous. I didn't see any sort of aftermath this morning....blah!

I'm so worried! Maybe she does know, and if she does, what will I say?!

I hope I'm being paranoid. Shall edit post later with revelations.

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NovaCat's picture

I think simply being complete

I think simply being completely drunk and out clubbing would constitute as something "dangerous" and enough for your mom to have a talk with you. At least, I know my mom would flip out if I came home drunk.

raining men's picture

NovaCat

I kinda agree with NovaCat. Your posts seem to mention you going out and getting drunk a lot (and I don't mean that in a bad way). This was probably just a general concern about the extent. To which you sympathise and then go out and get pissed.
Have fun. And good luck if she has found out

"Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suf-fer-ing"

Campfire's picture

Whew.

Oh lordy, me being drunk is so not worth talking to me about. That's why I was freaked out, because she wouldn't ever "have a chat". It's just pointless to try and chat to me.

Anyway, it was just paranoia! YAY! When she told me what it was I was like, "Oh for fuck sake is that it?" Apparently I'd left both the front doors wide open all night. I know that's not good, what with murderers and stuff, but seriously. I thought nearly blowing up the house by leaving the grill on all night was worse than that.

Whew.

However, I did go to work and some friends told me about some stuff I did, that I didn't remember. Like having a piss up my friend's neighbor's car... but as I said, it was a fantastic night so I don't care.

raining men's picture

Right then

Right then to clebrate go and have a piss-up. But shut the door

"Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suf-fer-ing"