#gonzolog by #GonzoLecture

Aka #tgl

OLord my mom's
sposed2havva op
& she couldn't cuz
she had a heart
problem.

The #GonzoLecture is actually a longitudinal biographical
Data collection tool - not sure if i mentioned that, as the whole point of view you came to be reading this (although I'm never completely sure if anybody actually reads this, BTW)

So, as I shared my heart over my dad's troubles & overall passing away, I would naturally share what i think's happening, regarding my mum.

I've had a difficult time with family - partly my stubbornness - also reactions to things as I saw them - and following lessons learned, I think we've all learned something. My mom must've undergone some type of counselling process I think, with a church group, or something else, to truly grasp her side'v things. When she called me in my latest teens, at my workplace, far-far-away - as far as you could get - just like Mr Tebbit told us to. Her words, with tears, made amends, which is the best anybody can do.

As we relive that fleeing-to-control-seizing moment everyday for the rest of our lives, we make the best of it, whilst still, secretly wondering why.

But, the whole process of learning to see the side'v things that we control - primarily how we see things in our own eyes - the only eyes, through which, we'll ever truly know how something's really seen.

I can't imagine being the fodder of the first live trials of liberated-offspring by the baby-boomers & whatever the generation that fought WW2,  was called.

Being a woman must've really been a huge burden of liberated expectation. If you weren't at Woodstock, druggin n fkin you were getting ready to play your part, burning your bra, or going against some other male-designed norm, so somebody else called it. There wasn't the media to tell people what to do, most males couldn't have been enlightened enough to be on board with the new ways. You must've been madev sterner stuff to burrow your way through the dung-heap, in that day.