My mom: "So you know Maryland, right? Maryland? It’s Finley’s mom. So her mom, Mary Lou, you know her, right? She had the Cat House. Madeline remembers the Cat House, the across from the stairs down to the beach. Well, she sold that, so she’s actually living at another place, on the same property as Maryland. And Alex, you know Alex, right? She’s Mary Lou’s partner. So anyway, she wasn’t answering calls, and so they went out to check on her and she was unconscious, so they rushed her to the hospital. It was really fortunate that she was on the same property, otherwise it could have been really bad.
So I have to go get Finley and watch him for the next few hours."
Me, after she’s gone: “I have no idea who any of these people are, and I have no idea who is in the hospital.”
Note: Alex was in the hospital, Alex is a woman, and Finley is a dog. Everything except Alex being the one in the hospital was included in the monologue, so as you can imagine it was even longer than what I wrote.
My mom is the opposite of that. She’ll reduce entire sentences to one or two words that are utterly incomprehensible without the larger context. Also, and this is more of a regional thing where i’m from rather than something specific about her, but when talking about other people she’ll often just use a generic slang in my language that just means “person” to refer to them, as if assuming i know who she’s talking about. So picture your story, broken up in 50 two word sentences, with all the names replaced with “that guy/girl”, except starting from the end, with me trying to work my way back enough to understand it.
My mom: "So you know Maryland, right? Maryland? It’s Finley’s mom. So her mom, Mary Lou, you know her, right? She had the Cat House. Madeline remembers the Cat House, the across from the stairs down to the beach. Well, she sold that, so she’s actually living at another place, on the same property as Maryland. And Alex, you know Alex, right? She’s Mary Lou’s partner. So anyway, she wasn’t answering calls, and so they went out to check on her and she was unconscious, so they rushed her to the hospital. It was really fortunate that she was on the same property, otherwise it could have been really bad.
So I have to go get Finley and watch him for the next few hours."
Me, after she’s gone: “I have no idea who any of these people are, and I have no idea who is in the hospital.”
Note: Alex was in the hospital, Alex is a woman, and Finley is a dog. Everything except Alex being the one in the hospital was included in the monologue, so as you can imagine it was even longer than what I wrote.
My mom is the opposite of that. She’ll reduce entire sentences to one or two words that are utterly incomprehensible without the larger context. Also, and this is more of a regional thing where i’m from rather than something specific about her, but when talking about other people she’ll often just use a generic slang in my language that just means “person” to refer to them, as if assuming i know who she’s talking about. So picture your story, broken up in 50 two word sentences, with all the names replaced with “that guy/girl”, except starting from the end, with me trying to work my way back enough to understand it.
So accurate!