Friday, June 27
The Who
If you've been paying close attention to my posts recently, you might have noticed that I've been having a few problems with my parents over the last couple of weeks since I've been back from uni. This evening it came to a hilt, yet again. My Mum had disappeared for most of the day (turns out she was at her Dad's house), and my Dad's face had been tripping him up all day. I thought that for once it wasn't because of me, since I'd worked last night, and had barely seen any of my family for the entire day. But no, I got an earful too. AGAIN.
We were sat eating dinner outside (nice evening), and everybody apart from me had finished. I seem to have become a slow eater recently. It had been pretty much silent for the entire meal, atmosphere you could cut with a knife and all that. Eventually my Mum piped up and did the whole "well, whilst we're all here, I want to say something to all of you" thing. You could almost hear the internal groans from the rest of us. Whenever my Mum gets pissed off with us, the same old "talk" is given. I'll detail some of her favourite topics later. She started by saying that we were all pissing her off, in different ways. My Dad got off relatively lightly, with work being his excuse at the moment.
I took the brunt of most of her bitching, starting off with the favourite topic of the car. Apparently, "not once had I apologised or offered to pay at least something towards the cost of the repairs, etc." Excuse me, I was full of apologies when I first rang my Mum up to tell her what had happened, and later that week, when I rang up about finding a house and spoke to my Dad, I was apologetic again. The reason why I haven't offered to pay for repairs? That'd be because I was TOLD during the very first phone call, and at every opportunity since, that I was going to have to pay a fair bit of the costs. I didn't complain about this, because I knew that the accident was my fault and that I was going to have to pay something anyway.
However, when I pointed this out to my Mum, once she'd finished ranting (more of which in a bit), she said that this was the sort of smart-arse answer that I always give. How the fuck can that be right? She has told me loads of times that I was going to pay for the repairs, so why should I have to waste my time and energy offering to do something which I was already going to do already? She claimed that her orders for me to pay were said in the heat of the moment. Yeah, the heat of the moment, then repeated about 50 times since whilst perfectly calm. She does my fucking head in when she is completely hypocritical / stubborn like that. I guess that's where I get it from.
After this, I could see that I wasn't going to get anywhere, no matter what I said, so I upped and left. Which is why I find myself sitting in front of my computer, ruining my hearing with a pair of ultra-loud headphones on, typing onto a screen everything which I wish I could say to my Mum in real life. As a slight aside, my computer's speciality is picking out mp3s to suit my mood. I always just stick MusicMatch on random, but it always seems to pick the first 5 tunes to match exactly how I'm feeling. Right now, it's playing a load of very uptempo, aggressive dance tunes, which is just what I need. I love you computer. Edit: Cochise by Audioslave has just come on. It's as if my computer could sense what I'm trying to do. Check the lyrics of the chorus: "Go on and save yourself, take it out on me. Go on and save yourself, take it out on me." Spookily coincidental
Continued below, stupid Blogger reckons that this is too long for one post...
