the end of lane’s rant comes with a statement that’s so definitive, and lorelai’s pretty sure she’d caught the gist of it all — she hopes so, anyway, but her attention span has never been spectacular and while her average words per minute exceed what’s typically considered humanly possible? keeping up with teenagers isn’t her forte on the days where michel has gone on and on and on about... something she doesn’t care enough that she remembers now. it’s fine, that’s a problem for later-lorelai, while the lorelai of the present zeroes her attention in on the problem that’s directly in front of her. “okay, so you lied, that’s not the end of the world!” is that even reassuring? well, a girl can hope, “do you know how many times i lied to my parents when i was your age? puh-lenty!” hands rest on her hips as she smiles.
“listen, kid, your mom’s terrifying, i’ll give you that. the woman terrifies me, and i’m not a woman easily shaken,” okay, that’s up for debate, but not right now it isn’t, “but that doesn’t mean it’s gonna mean anything like a month from now, is it? you’ve gotta look ahead sometimes, think about if the problem of the moment is gonna seem so bad when you’re looking at it in some future moment.” lorelai pauses before diving back in, a singular breath sustaining her, “not too far in the future though, ‘cuz one time i tried to go like fifteen years off, and i, uh, i got lost in a rabbit hole of stars hollow in a back to the future-esque scenario and all i could think about was taylor yelling at everyone for trying to use those hoverboard things!”