PERSONAL
I Asked My Mom on Facebook What My Blood Type is
She called the FBI, CIA, and the NASA to make sure I’m okay.
I know what you’re thinking. What kind of an idiot doesn’t know his own blood type at the age of 30? Hear me out!
It came up in a casual conversation I was having with a friend, and the answer was on the tip of my tongue. But I couldn’t say it. I haven’t had to use this piece of information in more than ten years, so I totally forgot. I thought I quickly ask my Mom, so I messaged her, but it was pretty late at night, and she was sleeping already.
I went to bed, way too late as usual, and when I woke up, I had like five missed calls from my brother and my dad, and a bunch of anxious messages from my mom.
I immediately assumed that something serious happened to someone I love. Especially now, when every normal thing, a question, a message, or a missed call, can be interpreted in a wrong way. Our subconscious is so paranoid due to the pandemic that when we cough a little, we have to check our forehead, whether we have a temperature or not. Hypochondriacs, such as myself, are having a hard time these past few months.
Once I’ve read my messages in the morning, I replied to everyone and tried to find out what’s wrong. They were…
