(no subject)
So, if I were to rip my hair out in handfuls right now, I doubt I would even feel it...because it might give me something else to think about besides how much my mother annoys me. When I came home from work tonight, there was a note taped to the door as a reminder for an appointment I have this coming Friday as a follow-up from almost 2 weeks ago...it is written in bold, black permanent marker, and beneath the reminder itself, it says, "NO PERFUME!!!" in even bigger, bolder letters. By this, she was referring to the Bath & Body Works "Moonlight Path" that I always wear... She claims that she's allergic to it, and has a reaction whenever I wear it, and has been blaming me for the cold that she's had for the past week...all week...saying that it's my fault that she's sick, because of the Moonlight Path...even though it's never bothered her to such an extent before. She says it is because she rode in the same car with me on the way to & from my appointment from last week. I guess she thinks that she's naturally immune to germs, viruses, bacteria, and other such pathogens traveling through the air and multiplying on every surface, and there is no possibility whatsoever that she has a full-blown sinus condition, thus, it must be my fault for wreaking such havoc on her immune system.
Anyway, getting back to my original point, when I read about the "perfume" prohibition, I said, "Well...it's not like you have to go with us..." (because my dad usually takes me anyway, and when my mom goes in with me, all she does is waste time by asking unnecessary questions, and ask about things that she should already know the answer to, given her former occupation). Later on, while I was trying to work on a project for my nutrition class, she walks by and says quite snottily, "You obviously don't give a crap about me, in saying that I 'don't have to go' on Friday." I said, "Oh, so now my appointment is all about YOU?!!" She said no, but instead it was how I insinuated that I'd rather wear the fragrance anyway and not care how (she thinks) it affects her. (side note: I wore it the entire time we were on vacation last month, much of which was spent in enclosed areas such as cars and planes, yet there were no negative side effects. Hmm.) It's not that I don't give a crap (whatever giving a crap would entail), it's just that I am out of patience.
It's the same shit, day after day...the entire time I am home....all she has time for (after she staggers out of bed around 2pm after having stayed up all night, stalking around the house until 6am; yes, I am known to do that on occasion, but I usually am pursuing a purpose and also, I am not a 57-year-old woman who is unemployed and has delusions of becoming a famous author, among other things) is nagging, being paranoid, and being psycho-religious. Just last night, she tried to have the same conversation with me that she's had several times in the not-so-distant past, about not letting anyone insert a microchip in my left or right hand or forehead, because it would be the equivalent of the "mark of the beast," and she also took it upon herself to inform me yet again that anyone who leads another person to the Lord will receive the "soul-winner's" crown when they get to heaven, and she asked me, "Have you had the opportunity to do that yet?" I said, "Not that I know of, " and she said, "Hopefully you will...it's really easy."
That is all for now. I will write about this past weekend--which was awesome--at another time, when I can focus on something besides how irritated I am...
Anyway, getting back to my original point, when I read about the "perfume" prohibition, I said, "Well...it's not like you have to go with us..." (because my dad usually takes me anyway, and when my mom goes in with me, all she does is waste time by asking unnecessary questions, and ask about things that she should already know the answer to, given her former occupation). Later on, while I was trying to work on a project for my nutrition class, she walks by and says quite snottily, "You obviously don't give a crap about me, in saying that I 'don't have to go' on Friday." I said, "Oh, so now my appointment is all about YOU?!!" She said no, but instead it was how I insinuated that I'd rather wear the fragrance anyway and not care how (she thinks) it affects her. (side note: I wore it the entire time we were on vacation last month, much of which was spent in enclosed areas such as cars and planes, yet there were no negative side effects. Hmm.) It's not that I don't give a crap (whatever giving a crap would entail), it's just that I am out of patience.
It's the same shit, day after day...the entire time I am home....all she has time for (after she staggers out of bed around 2pm after having stayed up all night, stalking around the house until 6am; yes, I am known to do that on occasion, but I usually am pursuing a purpose and also, I am not a 57-year-old woman who is unemployed and has delusions of becoming a famous author, among other things) is nagging, being paranoid, and being psycho-religious. Just last night, she tried to have the same conversation with me that she's had several times in the not-so-distant past, about not letting anyone insert a microchip in my left or right hand or forehead, because it would be the equivalent of the "mark of the beast," and she also took it upon herself to inform me yet again that anyone who leads another person to the Lord will receive the "soul-winner's" crown when they get to heaven, and she asked me, "Have you had the opportunity to do that yet?" I said, "Not that I know of, " and she said, "Hopefully you will...it's really easy."
That is all for now. I will write about this past weekend--which was awesome--at another time, when I can focus on something besides how irritated I am...