dear god, never let me turn into this

Conversation with my mother just now:

Me: Hi, sorry I missed your call yesterday, how was…

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(and some more interesting news about the email and internet connection and the joys of using skype)
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Me: okay I really have to get back to work now (20 mins of bleeding ears later)
To which she replies: its so nice to hear you so happy. You can just hear it in your voice.
Me: (?! after the 2 words I spoke!?) bye


well that featured as enough validation for the use of contraceptive right there. the pure blind fear of ever turning into her will effectively prevent me from ever actively wanting children. ever.