Jane Smith once said, “Happy endings are
just stories that haven’t finished yet.” And you know what? I totally
agree. Life’s always going to be messy.
People will always be hiding things, and sometimes you need to spin a web of
lies to uncover the truth. Just like my
favorite chick flick/spy thriller, Mr.
and Mrs. Smith, my life and the people in it seem to be revolving around
lies and trickery. Just like the two main characters (husband and wife/secret
spies), I feel that my son and I are always hiding something from each
other. John and Jane Smith are trained
assassins working for competing organizations, and in a way, you could say that
Hamlet and I are on two different sides, always trying to get one step ahead of
the other, keeping secrets. Like I’ve always said, “More matter, with less art.”
(2.2.95) I really hate when people dance around their point, just like I hate
elaborate lies. But sometimes, lying is a necessity (for me, of course, there’s
no justification for Hamlet lying).
Hamlet himself has been trying to hide something from me for days, but I’m a mother with instincts. I know Hamlet’s not really insane- it’s all an act. I’m not exactly sure why he’s doing it yet, but just like Mr. and Mrs. Smith, I feel that the truth will come out eventually. Just the other day, I heard Hamlet being all crazy and mumbling something to himself in the other room. I didn’t catch all of it, but I did hear him say that he would put on an “antic disposition” (1.5.172) which I can only imagine means he is faking his insanity. But why?! Just a wild guess, but it could have something to do with my marrying his uncle. In Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Benjamin (the prisoner they are both assigned to kill) makes quite a coincidental comment about marriage. “Oh, I must have missed that day. Just like you missed the one about not marrying the enemy.” Yes, I guess you could say I married Hamlet’s enemy and that may be the source of his frustration. Because of this, I’m afraid that he is formulating a plan behind my back, similar to the paranoia I imagine Mrs. Smith must have had regarding her husband. Yesterday, he said, “the play’s the thing, wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.” (2.2.532). Why are we hiding so many things from each other? I’m his mother for crying out loud! Maybe it’s okay in the movies, but in reality, I’m just plain scared of my own son.
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