Late to the party, I was reading an amazing book – ‘Whatsapps avec maman’

‘Sometimes I find myself on Fridays waiting for you to wish me a happy weekend, waiting for you to text me from wherever you are. I wait and hope for you to dry my tears with a humourless joke, I wait for you to craddle me like before, that you talk to me about Céline Dion, about the weather, but the truth is that now the wait is very, too long…

I love you’

[My translation]

Hiya Aliens!

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Whatsadoing?? Whatsamedoing? A book review. Oui, Oui, a book review and it is not the only one to come. This little excerpt is from the book I have just finished (in like 5 minutes) which is titled ‘Whatsapps with mom’ by Alban Orsini.

This is a beautiful story about the connection between a mom and a son, their understanding, the little stupidities that belong to them and that make their relationship unique, and yet universal. The story that we read nosily through the whatsapps that they send to each other gives insight into the little perks of mom/son relationships. The Céline Dion drama, the fat cat, the romance and the mom overprotection, money troubles, the good morning/ have a great weekend texts, all have this empathic capacity that makes as giggle thinking “that’s sooo my mom”.

Goodreads sums this book like this:

Whatsapps with mom is the story of daily, routinary whatsapps between a mom an her son (visible on Tumblr and Facebook). Whatsapps with mom it’s a fiction that tells the story of a son and his mother as read over their exchanges text messages. Imagined as a fiction, this story is funny, touching and sometimes surreal speaks parent / child relationship, the shift of generations …Hilarious and exciting, we can not get enough: (…). We also discover a form of dialogue, inventive and full of literary references, dramatic, musical … that allows different reading levels.

The construction of this conversation is prolonged by the drawings of The Blonde Vivi.

[My translation]

However, as I was revising this Goodreads page, the commentary that I found there was what really hit the jackpot:

I thought, why not? I need a book that makes me laugh for a while. It really took me from unstoppable, belly-aching, laughter to intense weeping. For its unexpected ending and situation, I must say I liked this book very much. A simple story that makes you reflect on the little things as the ‘have a nice weekend’ that all of of sudden you come to miss.

E-xact-ly.

Good day, aliens!

Yours,

Mei Mimi: (soon to be) resident alien

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#29 Oh well..

Sitting on my bed. Legs wrapped beneath this computer where I write, again. Arcade Fire is playing on spotify and my head is full of things I would like to say and that I hope they are said. Unplanned writing starts..

Dear aliens,

I have a bachelors degree.

I have no phone but I have a visa. It broke down on the queue for my visa appointment. I droped it and I am lonely, and clueless, and bored, and addicted, so it seems.

Aliens, I am leaving for the United States in 29 days and the feelings inside me are oppressing and confusing. I am wandering desesperately through happiness, excitement, sadness, early nostalgia and unwilingness. And this is why words have failed to be present in this blog. Also I have been busy but I have used that goddam excuse around here so much that I am embarrased to type that again.

I wish not to dwell in those feelings because it is not the time nor the attitude to have when you are graced with an amazing opportunity. But I am not okay aliens, I am not.

Friends. Jeez, I am speechless about my friends. I don’t even know how to write this. There are so many tornados in my head, I just can’t type coherently. I guess that I realized two things lately: who the real people in my life are and how bad of a friend I am. I sinned by omission and I am on the edge of loosing people that are very important to me. And I don’t know if I will do anything about it because I honestly don’t know how to act and both doing something and not doing it suffocates me.

Also I think I suffer from anxiety.

Also I am back to hating my body and hating myself. Have not done that in a long time. I am scared of what it means.

I am not okay aliens.

Mei Mimi: (soon to be) resident alien

#62 Post-data stories and uneventful days

The small details is what matters

The small details is what matters

My dear aliens, what can I say today if my life consists on being recluded between four walls of a hostile environment surrounded by torturous theories and heavily coloured sheets. Nothing. This post has no purpose, no reason to be, no content, no nothing. I apologise for my failure but as my promise stand, I want to report to you on this day and give you something.

I have no words. I am speechless. I’m sorry. My life is boring.

P.S.: At least let me give you an story.

I called him from the hospital. It wasn’t anything serious, I just fell over abd twisted my ankle. You add my inexistent tolerance to pain and it results in me desesperately calling my boyfriend, crying and begging him to come to me. It wasn’t such a big deal, but apparently I made a great freaking job in scaring him and now I was heartfeltly regretting the consequences. Damn.

We got home and after leaving my stuff on the side of the door, he left and went directly to our bedroom and I have yet to see anymore of him.

I open the doow to our bedroom slowly, curious of the why of his reclusion, already feeling that it had to do something with me but too frightened to ask; or knock on the door and expose myself yo his rejection, for that matter. The room is bright with the afternoon sun and our romm seems just like usual, a  little messy maybe but that has nothing to do with the man lying on his belly, with a pillow effectively blocking any sight and his hands clenched over our beautiful bed covers. 

I walk over and sit down next to him, putting a hand in the closest patch of skin I can find and feel his warmth immediately. It doesn’t calm me down but it helps because he is here. I feel I should be grateful that he hasn’t stormed out, even though I do not quite understand how we got here.

I don’t speak because I don’t want to and because I don’t get what are we doing here, why are we feeding each others sore moods in this precise moment, or why we are upset, or over what. Tom is not one to offer deep talk and so I know this is going to be long and exhausting, and because I don’t want to be, because I love this man, who has yet to face me, so much, I don’t want this waful day to turn back like that. 

An hour. 

An hour and  a half.

Almost two hours.

– You scared me.

– What?

– You twisted your ankle and called me as if you were about to die. Are you crazy? I almost lost it thinking you were at risk, that something happened to you, you know…

I run over every fucking terrying scenario of you… I though you…

Silence

– And you just twisted your ankle.

#63 Almost didn’t make it and questions about being a teaching assistant

Things feel weird, days are long and I am a week away from my (temporary) freedom.

Whatsup, aliens? Had a good day? Thought I wouldn’t make it today and so mark a second failure in the brief history of this posts? Ha! You were wrong!

So what I did today … Library. That’s it. A whole lot of nothing in the morning which includes staring at my laptop’s screen and deciding that no matter how much my life is going to suck and no matter for how long, as fast as I get to the US I will get a macbook; dancing around my room and regreting, a whooole lot of regreting. In the afternoon, lead by example of my supreme leader and lovely friend, I went to the library to pretend to study and stop regreting. Little improvement but we are getting there.

I HAVE NEWZZZZZ!!!!

So basically, you should know what comes but some of my aliens are so oblivious as this resident alien, so I get and so I repeat it now, I AM GOING TO THE STATES SOOON!! I got a TA and so for and so forth but the real newz is that my friends and I decided to make vlogs of it!!!! Aliens you will see your resident alien’s face!!!! Excited? No??? Well, that’s unexpected… Anyway, we are going to try and make it happen, and you will know about it because I will tell you about it. As usual, any comment as long as it is constructive, positive or at least polite, is very welcomed my dears!! We are going to make our first attempt later this month and then start vlogging from then on. Keep in touch to know more!!

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Also I wanted to say that I plan to make a post about the process of becoming a teaching assistant, from the stage where I am now which basically is not knowing what a TA is, to everything that might be useful so let me know if there are specifics I should address.

And that’s it aliens, night night and dream life!

Mei Mimi: (soon to be) Resident Alien

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