| When 'mein fuhrer' speaks... |
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| 09:50pm 13/06/2008 |
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mood:  angry music: The Traveling Wilburies - Handle With Care
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Well, Mum seems to be in a rather volatile mood today.
She'd been out this afternoon with Nana to see Margaret for lunch. When she came back I stuck around downstairs after I had made them cups of tea, and realised that the pile of paper that the posters from my latest SFX magazine had gone. The question was, where were they? Mum has a habit of throwing things out without a care as long as they aren't hers, so I asked what she had done with that stack. I sure wouldn't have moved them, and I doubt Nana would, so that onyl left her. She denied touching them or throwing them out - clearly bullshit, because she's the only one who does. I just tidy piles up for fear of moving something of hers and setting her off on the warpath. She got angry with me and I got angry back because who the hell else would have moved that stack of paper from the kitchen? They weren't in the bin or paper bin - both were emptied this week - which meant they were long gone.
Mum came upstairs a little later, fuming because she thought I had spoken to her like an idiot. Well, she is an idiot, but I didn't speak to her like she was one. She said that I don't pay enough rent to speak to her like that. I tried to make the point that it didn't matter how much I paid her, she would still not accept being talked to in a tone she deems 'inappropriate'. Which is true.
And yet again, she went off on my this evening when I went down to the study to ask her a question. I wanted to know if she could transfer files other than mp3s and pictures to her phone. She didn't let me ask more than that though, because she lost her temper for no apparent reason and said she was busy trying to find something. Feh, fine all she needed to do was say she was busy as soon as I asked if I could ask her something.
Then she came into the kicthen and said "Sometimes you talk to me like I'm such a fucking idiot (oh hey, there's her awful Middlesbrough accent peeking through there!) and this attitude has to stop, you have an iPod of your own...". I tried to interrupt her rant to say that I didn't want to put mp3s on her phone or whatever bloody stupid conclusion she had jumped to. "If you'll just let me finish what I was asking..." and told her (once she finally shut up) that I only wanted to know so I could try to get some new midi files onto my phone to use as a ringtone. Her reason for going nuclear on me without warning? She can't find the sat-nav software on her phone. Well, hell, all she had to do was tell me she was a) busy and b) trying to find her software...or something like that.
I'm personally sick of her going off on me like that - I'm not the only one who can have a bad attitude. When someone is denying throwing something out when she's the only one who does stuff like that and acting like I'm the only talking out of my backside, or when she goes off on me without having the decency to listen to what I say... Well, that's not unusual these days either. She hardly ever actually processes what I say to her. It seems to go in one ear and right out the other without even sparking a single neuron on the way.
Mum, you are a fucking idiot. STFU. Seriously. |
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