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So. Mum.
You say, loudly and angrily "What did I do to raise such selfish children?" and then spend the next hour heavily implying that I am a horribly selfish person, and you expect me to not be upset or pissed off.
Yeah, that makes sense.
No, I haven't talked to my grandmother on the phone yet to thank her for my birthday gift - I'm going to see her Thursday, and I would much rather do it in person, so I had planned to wait until Thursday.
No, I haven't e-mailed Aunt Anne yet to say thank you; you haven't given me her e-mail address the two times I asked, and Jonathan hasn't been online when I have been for me to ask him.
No, I haven't gone to Mrs. Greenlaw's to help her with her computer yet; in the past two weeks, I have been not working for six days, and actually home all day for two, and she hasn't been home when I've called her.
No, I don't have time to spend six hours playing with a dozen of Aunt Marion's photos in Photoshop for a thingy that I may or may not actually be able to do at all. Aunt Marion has said that this is fine, and it was only an if I "have time for it" request.
Yes, I stormed away from the supper table after you implied for about the tenth time that I'm an ungrateful, selfish person who never does anything nice for anyone because I just don't care that maybe those other people have done nice things for me. For fuck's sake, if you were me, you probably would have done the same thing.
Between you nagging me about every goddamn thing I'm packing, or not packing, or how many boxes I've packed, or how much stuff I have, the root canal I'm having Thursday that I'm totally terrified and freaking out about, and all the other stuff you think I have all the time in the world to do when you expect that, once I'm done packing, my room will be spotless and have not a paper out of place or a dust mote on anything, I'm more than a little stressed and annoyed with you already.
I'm fucking 21. I don't need you to goddamn babysit me or monitor me. I'm packing what I need and what I want, and I don't fucking care if you think it's too much because you aren't going to carry a damn pound of it so what does it fucking matter? I am going to thank everyone who gave me birthday presents and if you don't approve of how I choose to do it, I don't fucking care.
Yes, I am going to take all 15mg of diazepam that my dentist prescribed me for my root canal on Thursday. I don't care if the ER doc that you talked to says that's enough to do a colonoscopy on. I know what I need, and I need to not have a panic attack while having a root canal, and considering that a regular old filling makes me hyperventilate and pretty much have a panic attack, I think I'm going to stick with taking my 15mg, thanks but no thanks for you nosing into my business. I did do my research and I know just how much 15mg of diazepam is, thank you.
Fuck off.
You say, loudly and angrily "What did I do to raise such selfish children?" and then spend the next hour heavily implying that I am a horribly selfish person, and you expect me to not be upset or pissed off.
Yeah, that makes sense.
No, I haven't talked to my grandmother on the phone yet to thank her for my birthday gift - I'm going to see her Thursday, and I would much rather do it in person, so I had planned to wait until Thursday.
No, I haven't e-mailed Aunt Anne yet to say thank you; you haven't given me her e-mail address the two times I asked, and Jonathan hasn't been online when I have been for me to ask him.
No, I haven't gone to Mrs. Greenlaw's to help her with her computer yet; in the past two weeks, I have been not working for six days, and actually home all day for two, and she hasn't been home when I've called her.
No, I don't have time to spend six hours playing with a dozen of Aunt Marion's photos in Photoshop for a thingy that I may or may not actually be able to do at all. Aunt Marion has said that this is fine, and it was only an if I "have time for it" request.
Yes, I stormed away from the supper table after you implied for about the tenth time that I'm an ungrateful, selfish person who never does anything nice for anyone because I just don't care that maybe those other people have done nice things for me. For fuck's sake, if you were me, you probably would have done the same thing.
Between you nagging me about every goddamn thing I'm packing, or not packing, or how many boxes I've packed, or how much stuff I have, the root canal I'm having Thursday that I'm totally terrified and freaking out about, and all the other stuff you think I have all the time in the world to do when you expect that, once I'm done packing, my room will be spotless and have not a paper out of place or a dust mote on anything, I'm more than a little stressed and annoyed with you already.
I'm fucking 21. I don't need you to goddamn babysit me or monitor me. I'm packing what I need and what I want, and I don't fucking care if you think it's too much because you aren't going to carry a damn pound of it so what does it fucking matter? I am going to thank everyone who gave me birthday presents and if you don't approve of how I choose to do it, I don't fucking care.
Yes, I am going to take all 15mg of diazepam that my dentist prescribed me for my root canal on Thursday. I don't care if the ER doc that you talked to says that's enough to do a colonoscopy on. I know what I need, and I need to not have a panic attack while having a root canal, and considering that a regular old filling makes me hyperventilate and pretty much have a panic attack, I think I'm going to stick with taking my 15mg, thanks but no thanks for you nosing into my business. I did do my research and I know just how much 15mg of diazepam is, thank you.
Fuck off.