As far back as I remem­ber when I went to someone’s house the first ques­tion my mother asked me when I got home was never “Did you have fun?” Maybe that was too ple­beian for her and her non-bourgeois ways. She didn’t want to be like every other mother on the planet and ask the obvi­ous ques­tion. The ques­tion she did ask? Well that was “What did their house look like?” My mother was obsessed with other people’s hous­ing dec­o­ra­tions and using her eight year old son to do her scout­ing for her. I was a bad a scout thought, my answer until I was eigh­teen and moved out was almost always “It’s a house, with stuff in it”. She tried to grill me fur­ther and if she was lucky she some­times got to pluck out some of the details she wanted.

When­ever my mother went to a house she seemed to case the joint like a bur­glar. What she wanted to steal though was not any­thing tan­gi­ble they owned. What she wanted to do was find some­thing that either she could use in her own decor, or talk about with her friends about how much she dis­liked it. If you didn’t fit in one side of the spec­trum you imme­di­ately fit into the other side.

If some­thing was fea­tured on Oprah as must have, my mom would scheme to buy it. I can only assume she owns both a Wii and Kin­dle. I don’t know why she would buy a kin­dle though, she doesn’t read. I’m not say­ing she is inca­pable of read­ing, only that she prefers every bit of infor­ma­tion spoon fed to her through net­work tele­vi­sion com­pared to any other avenue. I swear my mother thinks the pur­pose of the news­pa­per is to hold her shop­ping advertisements.

She attempted to jus­tify her moronic deci­sion to make the first room you enter in the house being the din­ing room because one of her friends did it. This was one of those moments where you say, if all your friends are jump­ing off a bridge would you do it? (My answer to that ques­tion has always been “How high is the bridge? Is there water under­neath it?” How many friends are we talk­ing about and have they all sur­vived?”) Either way a stu­pid design choice is a stu­pid design choice, copy­ing it just makes you dumber.

The cor­rect answer to why you do such a thing? Well I could say it fits until our rou­tine bet­ter, it makes the house more func­tional, who cares about the norm or aes­thet­ics, or it’s my house and I like it. How­ever hid­ing behind that your friend does it so you decided to do it? That shows you have no thought in the prob­lem other then some self­ish lit­tle need of instant grat­i­fi­ca­tion that you are try­ing to get fulfilled.

I under­stand why my mom wants to dec­o­rate or own things that other peo­ple do. It’s called a psy­cho­log­i­cal term called mir­ror­ing. If some­one mim­ics your body move­ments your mir­ror­ing them. It allows for a reper­toire to form, a link if you will. Peo­ple like peo­ple that are like them. In some mis-guided learn­ing my mother thinks she needs to dress, talk, and live like every­one else — oth­er­wise she is non-existent. If she isn’t acknowl­edged because she isn’t like every­one else she get depressed. The whole prob­lem is when you live your life by mir­ror­ing all those around you all the time, you are no longer an indi­vid­ual. You are a mem­ber of soci­ety, but your not going to help fur­ther it or chal­lenge new and orig­i­nal thought.

Every sin­gle idea my mother has had for house design or money mak­ing has been because some­one else has done it first and she thinks she can do it also. Mind you she doesn’t think she can do it bet­ter, she thinks she can do it just as well and get the same com­pli­ments for it. Because of this my mother doesn’t do any­thing well beyond “keep­ing up with the Jones’”.

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