Fanpersons, I like to talk to my mother on the phone. She loves me more than anyone and everything, and she does not stand for my ‘shit,’ or my potty mouth.
Me: ‘ Yeah, I know, I just don’t have the BALLS to like -‘
Silence. Pause while she cringes and judges.
Mommy: ‘Bekah. You don’t have balls.’
Me: ‘Mom, I know, it’s just a figure of speech, and I think that by this point in time, the phrase has become so removed from the ACTUAL thing that is a ball(sac) that the image doesn’t even come to mind when I use the phrase. The image of – yay.’
Mom: ‘We live in different worlds.’