So, me and my mum had another row yesterday. Not too surprising.But one thing that keeps recurring is me, arguing whether my mum isn't being a hypocrite, and whether she needs to calm down. Now I know you'll probably never hear my mum's side of the story, so I'm going to tell my side, to paint myself in a better light.
Never a day goes past in the Lee Household without the familiar screaming of two voices. Mine and my mother's. Now, in my mother's defence, usually, I fuck up sometime during the afterschool. But Honestly, I think she just wants to have a go at me. Either way, me and my mum are constantly rowing. And usually it ends up with me being hit, having to apologise for what I think is something rather unnecessary to get mad at, and my mother getting really pissed off for however long until bedtime. Now let us observe this rather interesting argument from Sunday night.So, I have this rather messy/not really messy project that involves a lot of glue, and paper, and stacks of heavy books. So, naturally my mum told me to clean it all up before I went to bed. And so naturally, because I was going to use it another time, I just sweeped the things aside, neatly, mind you, to the side of my desk. Everything was in a pile the size of an A4 page. And so, within two seconds, my cleaning was finished. I decided to go to sleep. BUT! Due to unforeseen circumstances, my mum decided to come in to discuss the rather pressing matters of transport for the next day. As she was walking out, she started shouting at me, what? What's all this? Why isn't your rubbish cleaned up? Is this 'clean?'. Now, I would have been fine with all of that, BUT she decided to sweep her hand by all of the stacks of paper to indicate her frustration, which in turn frustrated me further, because she just managed to sweep aside NUMEROUS amount of carefully made card-stock paper, and all their assorted little bits and pieces that were cut off. And do you know what a pain it is to pick those pieces off of the ground? Then this... BITCH just sweeps it all away, to make a point that it wasn't clean. Sure, call it unclean and whatever, but WHAT? If I'm meant to CLEAN IT UP after, DON'T make it harder for me to clean it up, if I was GOING to clean it up, then leave it in a nice pile LIKE IT WAS. So I needed to use the paper further, so I sighed, EXASPERATED that she had decided to so rudely un-clean what I had done. And then I said, in a rather annoyed tone 'Mum, if I'm going to clean it up, couldn't you have just left it in the pile it was, why did you have to sweep your hand across and make a mess?'. Then she blew her top.
She started to scream at me, because the one thing she HATES is logical backchat. No, not JUST backchatting, LOGICAL BACKCHAT. I've tried all sorts of backchatting from hurling insults back at her, al the way down to logical arguments, and funnily enough, she hates LOGICAL backchat more than she hates getting insulted. Anyways, she started screaming about how I was trying to get all up ion her face, and I was being disrespectful to her, and how I'm such a shit child because I'm backchatting her. Okok. BACK UP A FEW STEPS FROM THAT. If I came up to you, and dumped your rubbish bin you JUST CLEANED straight onto your bed, then I think you'd feel quite inclined to sigh and say something along the line of what I said. But then, no my mum was saying that I was such a stupid child and no NORMAL child would treat their parent with such disrespect. And blah blah blah. And it went on and on for a while, me arguing that it was your own damned fault that the argument is going on this long because you're refusing to admit that you're being an over-reacting bitch and that I'm entitled to having a little rant because you just messed up a carefully made pile of scrap paper that I'm going to use. After that little scene was over, I said 'Fine, whatever, I'm sorry, I needed that paper for later'.
My words then cannot describe how angry her face was.
To be continued...
TL;DR Fuck logical arguments with my Mum.
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