mysterious pasts.

The other day my mother was drinking [a lot] of wine when she launches into this story: "So, that one summer during college when I was dating that Canadian rugby player. Well, I don't know if I should say dating, it was just a summer thing...Something to keep me occupied." And it went on.

I nearly fell out of my chair.

My mother teaches home economics. Let's be serious...Dating a rugby player? A summer fling!? Further, I really thought that mom had shared most of her crazy stories with me. I mean, her and I lived alone together for like 15 years...We're close!

I was not upset that I hadn't heard this. Instead, I was refreshed. I was reminded that even your closest friend may have something that you don't know about and that you will probably, in all likelihood, never know everything about another being.

We all live elaborate lives* and I await, with much enthusiasm, discovering new and exciting bits of information about those who are close to me. (I think I'll start talking to my dad more...He did a lot of drugs...Must be some serious stories there!)


*I assure you there was no intended reference to Aida.