last week i asked my mom a question i would never (ever) ask a person-

i asked if she thought i was pretty.

it's not that if she said yes i would feel really happy and reassured, or that if she didn't think so i would feel devastated for life-

nobody saying that i'm good-looking can actually convince me to think so unless there originally was/is that seed of thought/idea/notion in my mind

i just have a pretty bad habit of springing random questions/responses on people because i enjoy watching how they react.

but anyway she immediately replied, 'yes, from far'.

Then she paused as if thinking, and continued, 'i'm old, everything (in my line of vision) is blur, i can't see much from far, every girl is pretty. But close up you are not bad looking.

Not pretty, but not bad looking.'

I used to think this now and then, but lately more so than ever-

My mom is like, the best thing ever.