Phona39: How are you?
phona16: fat. everyone knows you’re supposed to see three diamonds between your legs when you stand with your feet together in front of a full-length mirror. how much do you weigh?
Phona39: About a hundred and twelve pounds.
phona16: gross. why did you let yourself go? is it because you’re old and like it doesn’t matter anymore?
Phona39: Let me tell you something about your body, little P; and about the bodies of all the women in our family: You are on something of a time delay, with a rockin’ behind –
phona16; hee hee ew “behind” stop so lame
Phona39: – which will not even begin to reach its full potential until your mid-to-late twenties. You also have a predisposition for putting on muscle, and you are very strong. It turns out you find a lot of joy in movement.
phona16: i hate exercise
Phona39: No, you don’t. What you hate – and I don’t blame you – is second-period P.E. class at Gila Javelina High School in Tucson, Arizona. You hate running around in a field of sunburnt grass, being made fun of by the teacher and that little asshole Jason Collier, who, by the way, will serve six years in prison on drug-related conspiracy charges in the mid-90’s. Any sensible person would hate this. You hate the heat and you hate running and you’re basically a hologram before ten o’clock in the morning, and none of this will change, but there’s a lot you’re going to love, too.
phona16: like, i’ll love my family, right? do you have a lawyer husband?
Phona39: Not anymore.
phona16: WHY NOT. THAT WAS THE PLAN. don’t you have three children?
Phona16: oh, my god. you’re all alone?!????
Phona39: It’s really not that simple.
phona16: why did we even set this thing up
phona16: this wack talking thing
Phona39: Here’s the only way I can phrase it that you’ll sort of understand: Plans don’t always work out. Some things happen, and other things don’t happen. Sometimes we make deliberate choices; other times we get dramatic surprises. Sometimes we get our hearts broken in very important ways. Sometimes we realize we don’t want the things we thought we wanted – and actually, it turns out we actually want the things we were afraid of and trying to avoid.
phona16: well great, because for a minute i thought you were gonna be VAGUE about this
Phona39: It’s like – well, you know how you love Nestle Crunch bars? Milk chocolate with little bits of rice in it you get for 35 cents from the school vending machine? How that’s all you want sometimes, even though you try so hard not to?
phona16: um yeah
Phona39: It’s like that on a grand scale. A dozen years from now, you won’t want those at all. They’ll taste like wax, because you’ll know better treats – raw cacao paired with a lush red wine in a basement club in Prague; a transcendent aged cheese plate with a group of smart, funny friends in Toronto; a cracking bowl of impromptu pasta and fresh veggies your girlfriend makes for the two of you share in bed.
phona 16: ???
Phona39: There are…circumstances. There are conditions at play that, were you living in a different culture, nation, or time, you would understand as fate, justice, or the will of the gods. Right now, you live in black and white, but the grays are coming and they’re coming for you. Congratulations, and I’m sorry.
phona16: what wait what
Phona39: Anyway. What happens is, you end up having a huge capacity for love of varying stripes, not just the kinds you believe right now are worthwhile and acceptable. You find a lot of people, things, and ideas to fall in love with, and the only thing you wish you could go back and do differently – besides moving to Canada to marry a pre-op transsexual you’d never seen in direct sunlight –
phona16: what’s a
Phona39: – are the hours you’ve spent, and will spend between the you that is you and the you that is me, hating your body and finding it disgusting. Plus, you’ll also wish you’d taken up weight training early. Everything else is a learning experience.
phona16: weights are for boys
Phona39: Oh, honey.
phona16: whatever. is our hair grown out to our waist, at least?
phona16: never mind. i don’t actually want to know anymore. it’s ok
Phona39: It is OK. It’s really all OK. Better, even. I promise.
phona16: mmmhm. see you
Phona39: See you.