All my Mother's Day rituals are sort of moot here. I got started on my lemon meringue and then threw it all in the trash. It's not salvageable. It's really glaring here, so I'm not even going to bother. And my mom is this famous celebrity here who's still alive. As I said. Glaring.
I'm not sure I know what to do here. Shed labels? Become my labels? Get my picture taken in the subway at 3 AM while all you're really trying to do sleep some until you get to your stop and then hearing that it couldn't be Kurt Hummel because he'd be in bed by now? (Yes, I saw that on twitter - RUDE) Get pointed out by tourists at the drop of a hat and try to plaster on a fake smile so that they can take a picture with you? Unwittingly come back to your home in Williamsburg when you're too tired to think straight? Wait until December so that I can finally do my auditions for my shortlist of schools? Stare at my coffee all day and glare at dust bunnies? Celebrate my nineteenth birthday twice over? Get told off at the drop of a hat because you don't like my show? Lead a second life you're not even going to remember when you go back?
So sorry I'm not giggling and sashaying away. I'm not in the mood.
I'm going back to bed. Way too early. But happy Mother's Day to those who celebrate it.