No Fucking Turkey for you.
It's 10:00 am on Saturday morning, and I'm thinking, "what the fuck, why am I up so early?" And the honest truth is that I have no bloody idea why. Living at home has taken a toll on me, and I really think I have lost my mind. I'd say about half the time I think how lucky I am to still benefit from the conveniences of living at home-- food, no rent, and home is close to work. Then for the other half of the time, I want to point a gun to my head so that I don't have to stay at home anymore. Well I could just as easily drive away, or move out, but the gun scenario creeps up first.
This morning I was sleeping soundly, and after a hectic week at work and a week were I didn't sleep too well, all I wanted to do was sleep in. Fucking hell, I didn't. All morning all I could hear was talking. Not quiet talking, but loud talking. Then there was the bit where my mum came into my room and was asking me if I could go with her to the supermarket to buy a turkey. Groggily I said yes and then fell asleep again. After goodness knows how long she came back in and was yelling for me to get up. I told her that I was and that I would go with her. Then she started screaming at me saying that she didn't need me to go because I would take too long to get ready. My question for her was why she didn't buy a turkey earlier. I believe they have a habit of selling out during Thanksgiving weekend. That really pissed her off. Anyway, I didn't feel like eating breakfast so how long would it really take? I dunno, like 15 minutes? So I got dressed and was washing up with my 15 minutes when I hear her putting on her shoes and getting her keys. And all I could do was plead, "Just 5 more minutes!". Her reply? "Yeah you've got to eat and I'm not going to wait that long." She wouldn't believe me that I only needed 5 more minutes. "JUST 5 MORE MINUTES!!!" And then she was out the door.
As much as I love my mother, most of the time I feel like she's on crack. I can't understand the way she thinks, and when I try I normally get angry or it ends with her screaming, "oh you think you're so smart eh? Why don't you just move out?" I think worst moment was when she was screaming at me because I WAS thinking about moving out. "You ungrateful bitch. It would have been better to raise a dog than raise you." And for what? Because I want to learn how to be independent? Because I want to learn how to cook and take care of myself so my future family won't starve and wear rags?
If it were that easy (as I'm trying to save up money), I think I would have a life. I would like to come home without someone yelling at me for coming home so late. I would like to be able to date. How many guys like a girl that's still living at home? I would like to wear what I want to wear and not be criticized for looking like trash (not that I dress like a slut to begin with). I would like to be in a positive environment where I can avoid people who don't listen to me and make me feel like I'm invisible when there's nothing to pick on.
This morning I was sleeping soundly, and after a hectic week at work and a week were I didn't sleep too well, all I wanted to do was sleep in. Fucking hell, I didn't. All morning all I could hear was talking. Not quiet talking, but loud talking. Then there was the bit where my mum came into my room and was asking me if I could go with her to the supermarket to buy a turkey. Groggily I said yes and then fell asleep again. After goodness knows how long she came back in and was yelling for me to get up. I told her that I was and that I would go with her. Then she started screaming at me saying that she didn't need me to go because I would take too long to get ready. My question for her was why she didn't buy a turkey earlier. I believe they have a habit of selling out during Thanksgiving weekend. That really pissed her off. Anyway, I didn't feel like eating breakfast so how long would it really take? I dunno, like 15 minutes? So I got dressed and was washing up with my 15 minutes when I hear her putting on her shoes and getting her keys. And all I could do was plead, "Just 5 more minutes!". Her reply? "Yeah you've got to eat and I'm not going to wait that long." She wouldn't believe me that I only needed 5 more minutes. "JUST 5 MORE MINUTES!!!" And then she was out the door.
As much as I love my mother, most of the time I feel like she's on crack. I can't understand the way she thinks, and when I try I normally get angry or it ends with her screaming, "oh you think you're so smart eh? Why don't you just move out?" I think worst moment was when she was screaming at me because I WAS thinking about moving out. "You ungrateful bitch. It would have been better to raise a dog than raise you." And for what? Because I want to learn how to be independent? Because I want to learn how to cook and take care of myself so my future family won't starve and wear rags?
If it were that easy (as I'm trying to save up money), I think I would have a life. I would like to come home without someone yelling at me for coming home so late. I would like to be able to date. How many guys like a girl that's still living at home? I would like to wear what I want to wear and not be criticized for looking like trash (not that I dress like a slut to begin with). I would like to be in a positive environment where I can avoid people who don't listen to me and make me feel like I'm invisible when there's nothing to pick on.
posted by Miss Pow @ 10:10 a.m.
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