OMFG
So, lately, I've been feeling like I am going to lose my fucking mind... I seriously don't know how much longer I can put up with my mother.
I just came in from walking--I've been trying to make a habit of it... Well, anyway, I walked once around the neighborhood & decided that it was so nice out tonight that I would walk one more time. My mom had been riding her bike but she was home by then... So when I was about halfway finished with my second lap, my mom comes driving alongside me & wants to know why I didn't bring my cell phone with me, and why I'm still out walking as dark as it is (it's like 9:30, not completely pitch dark). #1, I did not have my cell phone with me because I had no pockets & didn't want to just carry it because my hands would get sweaty. #2, I am over 21 years old & don't need someone to follow me around to make sure I don't get kidnapped, or supervise me to make sure that nothing horrific happens to me. She drove the rest of the way home & I walked. When I got there, she had the garage door up & all the lights on & was pacing around in the garage, & walking around outside pretending to look at her tomato plants. She told me that it didn't matter that I am 21, that doesn't mean something can't happen to me, that I shouldn't have been wearing dark colors so someone might not see me & hit me w/ a car, that I should always carry my cell phone with me even if I'm just going for a walk, that she doesn't mind if I'm walking with someone (i.e., Monday night, Todd went walking with me) but I should never be walking by myself when it's so dark out & there's nobody else from the neighborhood out walking. All I said was that I'm old enough to be on my own, could be on my own if I could afford it, and she wouldn't have the right to practically smother me, stalk me, or whatever else it takes to "protect" me. She reminded that I am not on my own yet and also said, "You shouldn't try to tempt fate like that." (by taking walks at night all alone w/ out my cell phone while wearing dark colors and no pockets.)
Let's see, what else... Last week, she approached me on at least 3 separate occasions, talking to me about the rapture. The first time, she said she needed to talk to me about something "really important," and what followed was a 15-minute discussion about making sure I am saved, repenting of my sins, and witnessing to my friends to make sure they are saved because "You don't want any of them to get left behind, do you? You want them to go up in the rapture too, don't you?? And what about Bryon? I know you care about him--I'm sure you wouldn't want him to get left behind either!" She thinks it's going to happen sometime in the next few months because she knows of this person who claims to have heard God speak to her and tell her it's going to be this year or something like that...so of course my mom goes even more nutso than usual.
The second time, I was sitting at the computer on Myspace or something, and she came up behind me & said there was a certain website she wanted me to see, so just to make her go away quicker, I went to it, and it was a website made by that person she keeps talking about who thinks God told her the rapture's going to happen soon... Then my mom said, "Put it under your 'favorites.'" "Why??" "So that way if you're looking at it and notice that any updates have been posted, you can let me know. I don't care what time of day it is, even if I'm in bed you should come & wake me up if there's anything new that's been added." I haven't been back to the site since.
The third time, I was just sitting on the couch watching TV, minding my own damn business & really just wanting to be left alone and she comes up and asks, "Rachel...do you ever get excited when you think about the rapture? When you imagine getting called up with all those people, in the twinkling of an eye??" I mean, how the hell do you respond to something like that?? I said "Sure" just to, again, make her go away quicker.
Everyday, it's something... All she does is nag. Nag nag nag nag nag. It starts as soon as I'm awake for the day and doesn't end until I go to work or leave the house, and resumes as soon as she knows I'm home, until I go to bed. Did I put the garage door down? Did I turn off the light in the garage? Did I lock the back door when I came in? Don't forget to lock the back door when you leave! Did I scoop the cat's litter box? Did I remember to put some chewable sugar tablets in my purse? Did I take my insulin? Do I have enough insulin, syringes, lancets, etc.? Do I have enough gas in my car? Did I turn off the oven? Did I put down the window shades in my room so no one can see inside when it gets dark? Am I finished using the computer? Did I turn off the computer? What about the lights in the kitchen, and the TV? Is it raining outside?(why don't you just look out the window?!) Do I have my cell phone with me? Am I coming down with a cold? If so, have I taken a shitload of vitamin C? Did I clean up my mess in the kitchen? Don't raise the garage door until you're in your car with the doors locked! Do I keep my doors locked when I'm driving? What about when I'm not in the car? Don't answer the door to strangers!
She says the majority of these things--plus some others that I can't think of now, I'm sure--EVERY day. It must be exhausting to worry about all the trivial shit that she does...but it's even more exhausting to listen to it!!!
She's so annoying....and doesn't appear that she's ever going to improve.
I just came in from walking--I've been trying to make a habit of it... Well, anyway, I walked once around the neighborhood & decided that it was so nice out tonight that I would walk one more time. My mom had been riding her bike but she was home by then... So when I was about halfway finished with my second lap, my mom comes driving alongside me & wants to know why I didn't bring my cell phone with me, and why I'm still out walking as dark as it is (it's like 9:30, not completely pitch dark). #1, I did not have my cell phone with me because I had no pockets & didn't want to just carry it because my hands would get sweaty. #2, I am over 21 years old & don't need someone to follow me around to make sure I don't get kidnapped, or supervise me to make sure that nothing horrific happens to me. She drove the rest of the way home & I walked. When I got there, she had the garage door up & all the lights on & was pacing around in the garage, & walking around outside pretending to look at her tomato plants. She told me that it didn't matter that I am 21, that doesn't mean something can't happen to me, that I shouldn't have been wearing dark colors so someone might not see me & hit me w/ a car, that I should always carry my cell phone with me even if I'm just going for a walk, that she doesn't mind if I'm walking with someone (i.e., Monday night, Todd went walking with me) but I should never be walking by myself when it's so dark out & there's nobody else from the neighborhood out walking. All I said was that I'm old enough to be on my own, could be on my own if I could afford it, and she wouldn't have the right to practically smother me, stalk me, or whatever else it takes to "protect" me. She reminded that I am not on my own yet and also said, "You shouldn't try to tempt fate like that." (by taking walks at night all alone w/ out my cell phone while wearing dark colors and no pockets.)
Let's see, what else... Last week, she approached me on at least 3 separate occasions, talking to me about the rapture. The first time, she said she needed to talk to me about something "really important," and what followed was a 15-minute discussion about making sure I am saved, repenting of my sins, and witnessing to my friends to make sure they are saved because "You don't want any of them to get left behind, do you? You want them to go up in the rapture too, don't you?? And what about Bryon? I know you care about him--I'm sure you wouldn't want him to get left behind either!" She thinks it's going to happen sometime in the next few months because she knows of this person who claims to have heard God speak to her and tell her it's going to be this year or something like that...so of course my mom goes even more nutso than usual.
The second time, I was sitting at the computer on Myspace or something, and she came up behind me & said there was a certain website she wanted me to see, so just to make her go away quicker, I went to it, and it was a website made by that person she keeps talking about who thinks God told her the rapture's going to happen soon... Then my mom said, "Put it under your 'favorites.'" "Why??" "So that way if you're looking at it and notice that any updates have been posted, you can let me know. I don't care what time of day it is, even if I'm in bed you should come & wake me up if there's anything new that's been added." I haven't been back to the site since.
The third time, I was just sitting on the couch watching TV, minding my own damn business & really just wanting to be left alone and she comes up and asks, "Rachel...do you ever get excited when you think about the rapture? When you imagine getting called up with all those people, in the twinkling of an eye??" I mean, how the hell do you respond to something like that?? I said "Sure" just to, again, make her go away quicker.
Everyday, it's something... All she does is nag. Nag nag nag nag nag. It starts as soon as I'm awake for the day and doesn't end until I go to work or leave the house, and resumes as soon as she knows I'm home, until I go to bed. Did I put the garage door down? Did I turn off the light in the garage? Did I lock the back door when I came in? Don't forget to lock the back door when you leave! Did I scoop the cat's litter box? Did I remember to put some chewable sugar tablets in my purse? Did I take my insulin? Do I have enough insulin, syringes, lancets, etc.? Do I have enough gas in my car? Did I turn off the oven? Did I put down the window shades in my room so no one can see inside when it gets dark? Am I finished using the computer? Did I turn off the computer? What about the lights in the kitchen, and the TV? Is it raining outside?(why don't you just look out the window?!) Do I have my cell phone with me? Am I coming down with a cold? If so, have I taken a shitload of vitamin C? Did I clean up my mess in the kitchen? Don't raise the garage door until you're in your car with the doors locked! Do I keep my doors locked when I'm driving? What about when I'm not in the car? Don't answer the door to strangers!
She says the majority of these things--plus some others that I can't think of now, I'm sure--EVERY day. It must be exhausting to worry about all the trivial shit that she does...but it's even more exhausting to listen to it!!!
She's so annoying....and doesn't appear that she's ever going to improve.