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6:35 AM
Клоуном в торговом центре? Отличный выбор!»
И в свое тридцатилетие он придет ко мне, этот потный лысеющий клоун с подтеками грима на лице, и скажет: «Мама! Мне тридцать лет! Я клоун в торговом центре! Ты такую жизнь для меня хотела? Чем ты думала, мама, когда говорила мне, что высшее образование не обязательно? Чего ты хотела, мама, когда разрешала мне вместо математики играть с пацанами?»
А я скажу: «Милый, но я следовала за тобой во всем, я не хотела давить на тебя! Ты не любил математику, ты любил играть с младшими ребятами». А он
скажет: «Я не знал, к чему это приведет, я был ребенком, я не мог ничего решать, а ты, ты, ты сломала мне жизнь» — и разотрет грязным рукавом помаду по лицу. И тогда я встану, посмотрю на него внимательно и скажу: «Значит так. В мире есть два типа людей: одни живут, а вторые ищут виноватых. И, если ты этого не понимаешь, значит, ты идиот».
Он скажет «ах» и упадет в обморок. На психотерапию потребуется примерно пять лет.
( Или не так... )
One day, I will give birth to a son, and I will do everything differently. I will constantly tell him, from the time he turns three years old: "Honey! You don't have to become an engineer. You don't have to be a lawyer. It doesn't matter who you'll be when you grow up. You want to be a pathologist? Sure! A soccer TV commentator? Of course! A clown at the mall? An excellent choice!"
And on his thirtieth birthday, he will come to me, this sweating, balding clown with smears of makeup on his face, and he will say, "Mother! I am thirty years old! I'm a clown at the mall! Is this the kind of life you'd wanted for me? What were you thinking, mother, when you told me that I don't have to go to college? What did you want to accomplish, mother, when you allowed me to play with other boys, instead of studying math?"
And I will say, "Honey, but I followed your wishes in everything, I didn't want to pressure you! You didn't like math, you liked playing with younger boys." And he will say, "I didn't know what the results of that would be, I was a child, I wasn't capable of making informed decisions, and you, you, you have wrecked my life," and he will scrub his dirty sleeve across the lipstick on his face. And then I will stand up, look at him closely, and say, "Listen here. There are two kinds of people in the world: one kind live their life, and the other kind always looks for someone to blame. And, if you don't understand this, then you're an idiot."
He will say, "Ah" and faint. The psychotherapy will take approximately five years.
( Or, it won't be like that... )