What I hate about reality, belMarduk, is that it is not always as pointed as art. For example let's re-write your report about you and your son riding down the road in search of a meaning...We were talking about a type of woman who seeks validation with every sentence she utters. For the 30 minute ride in the car we both keep throwing out words - justification, acceptance, and so on, but both of us kept on feeling "no, that's not it."
I dropped him off at home, and then the search just kept niggling at my mind all night.
Finally at 1:00 am the word hit me...I grab the phone and call my son. He answers and without preamble I triumphantly say "Validation!"
Then there is long pause on his end of the line, finally he says quietly...
"yes, mom, I know, that is why I was not sleeping but waiting for your call. Good night Mom, love you too." Click.
