Midnight Conversations with my Mother

     The other day I had to most bizarre and interesting conversation with my mother. Its started off normal. You know, the usual. Boys, hows her day was, my sister, and random other nonsense topics. Then things got weird. As it got later in the night, the conversation jumped all over the place. I have this thing where I like to make up completely ridiculous theories (such as my alien theory.) We talked about religion and how our entire concept of time in reference to the year (BC and AD) is based on religion and "the birth of Christ." I had never really thought about it before until that night. I started talking about species evolving and she proceeded to ask me if I thought we came from monkeys. We also talked about what happens to a butterfly when it is in a cocoon and came up with all sorts of strange theories. I said they turn into mush and then change. That was a little too morbid for her though. Things just kept getting weirder and weirder. I kept that woman up until 12:30 am on a Tuesday. By the time we reached the end of our conversation she sounded like she was drunk from sleep deprivation. I can't quite remember what else that conversation consisted of, but I do know that I came up with some pretty interesting theories to things. I came to the conclusion that everything is a lie. Okay, not really. You really have to appreciate those late night conversations, because those are the ones you will remember. Thank the universe for having people in your life that will do that with you. And if you don't, well you do now. I am always up for late night ridiculous conversations.

Go in peace and be weird my earthlings.