moms and other things
Okay, exact situation in the car today:
(I was driving with my whole family in the car, my aunt and uncle following us, as we trek to pick up Leigh Ann's friend to take to Indy with us. Coming back from said friend's house, I am heading north on Raider Road and need to turn left on 36. I turn left in front of a guy who is obviously waiting for me to go because I got there first, even though he is going straight and has the right of way.
Mom: He has the right of way! You can't just turn in front of him.
Me: I was there fi--
Mom: It's not a four way stop!
Me(thinking): DUH!
Me(speaking): I know, he was just being nice.
Mom: I don't care.
(Moments later, while going through Mechanicsburg [Speed Limit - 45] I am cruising and choose not to slow down because Mechanicsburg can hardly be called a town, there are no cops around ever, and the road is wider there. Admittedly, I was breaking the law, and probably wrong for doing so, however...)
Dad(in his best creepy redneck dad voice): You better slow down there, girl. You'd hate to get pulled over in your own town.
Me: Yeah, I know, but I'm cruising.
Dad: I don't care. You live here. It'd be embarrassing to get pulled over here and it's dangerous.
Me: Fine. I don't want to drive anymore. (I pull into my driveway as..)
Dad: No, drive.
Me: No, I don't want to anymore.
Mom: You should drive.
(I park the car and get out and switch seats with Dad. Awkward angry silence.)
Later that night....
Mom: You know, I'm sorry if I indicated in anyway that it was guaranteed you could go to New Year's. After today, I'm not sure if I can trust you especially now that you have plans to go to Chicago again and everything else. (Note: She did indicate I was definitely going to New Year's, I did nothing to break her 'trust' and I just ran the plans for Chicago by her because I wanted her to know. I didn't have to tell her.) If Carly hadn't been in the car and Jeanie and Dave hadn't been behind us, I would have just sent you inside and said you don't need to go at all. (Note: I really didn't want to go, I was under the impression it was a required family responsibility thing.)
Me: I'm sorry, I was just trying to prevent more animosity later in the trip, because it would have happened again.
Mom: You were being so immature.
Me: I was just thinking that instead of making a fight out of it, I would let someone else do it, that's all.
Mom: It was so immature. I need to be able to breathe when you're away. I can't even breathe when you're away and I don't mean that in a bad way. (Not exactly sure what she was trying to say here. But it includes that I'm a bad driver and need criticism all the time, and she always thinks I'm going to get in a wreck, I think)
Me: Ok, I'm sorry. I haven't been feeling good and I just couldn't take the stress of it. I'm sorry.
Mom: Why do you have to make excuses all the time--excuses excuses.(continues to go on Mom-like rant for unknown reasons)
Me: I know, I'm sorry.
So, in conclusion, maybe I'm arrogant and immature, but I think that I was acting mature and humble for my own reasons that my mother may or may not understand. I also conclude that my mother is suddenly worried about my maturity now that I'm 18, and 18 year olds are imfamously immature, therefore, I must be immature, despite how I was when I was 17.
It's totally ok for me to go out a night here with whoever I can and whenever I want to, practically, as long as I'm home by midnight (which is fine with me). But my friends that are significantly farther away can't have any dealings with me over break because I'll get into a wreck/be raped/get kidnapped/be mugged and shot and she worries so much she can't breathe when I'm much safer in all reality staying at someone's home rather than driving all over Anderson with Betsy and Pat til midnight. (It is a good time though, I must admit.)
Or, it may be that I'm totally wrong.
Either way, she just grates on my nerves.
I hope everyone had a good Christmas.
(I was driving with my whole family in the car, my aunt and uncle following us, as we trek to pick up Leigh Ann's friend to take to Indy with us. Coming back from said friend's house, I am heading north on Raider Road and need to turn left on 36. I turn left in front of a guy who is obviously waiting for me to go because I got there first, even though he is going straight and has the right of way.
Mom: He has the right of way! You can't just turn in front of him.
Me: I was there fi--
Mom: It's not a four way stop!
Me(thinking): DUH!
Me(speaking): I know, he was just being nice.
Mom: I don't care.
(Moments later, while going through Mechanicsburg [Speed Limit - 45] I am cruising and choose not to slow down because Mechanicsburg can hardly be called a town, there are no cops around ever, and the road is wider there. Admittedly, I was breaking the law, and probably wrong for doing so, however...)
Dad(in his best creepy redneck dad voice): You better slow down there, girl. You'd hate to get pulled over in your own town.
Me: Yeah, I know, but I'm cruising.
Dad: I don't care. You live here. It'd be embarrassing to get pulled over here and it's dangerous.
Me: Fine. I don't want to drive anymore. (I pull into my driveway as..)
Dad: No, drive.
Me: No, I don't want to anymore.
Mom: You should drive.
(I park the car and get out and switch seats with Dad. Awkward angry silence.)
Later that night....
Mom: You know, I'm sorry if I indicated in anyway that it was guaranteed you could go to New Year's. After today, I'm not sure if I can trust you especially now that you have plans to go to Chicago again and everything else. (Note: She did indicate I was definitely going to New Year's, I did nothing to break her 'trust' and I just ran the plans for Chicago by her because I wanted her to know. I didn't have to tell her.) If Carly hadn't been in the car and Jeanie and Dave hadn't been behind us, I would have just sent you inside and said you don't need to go at all. (Note: I really didn't want to go, I was under the impression it was a required family responsibility thing.)
Me: I'm sorry, I was just trying to prevent more animosity later in the trip, because it would have happened again.
Mom: You were being so immature.
Me: I was just thinking that instead of making a fight out of it, I would let someone else do it, that's all.
Mom: It was so immature. I need to be able to breathe when you're away. I can't even breathe when you're away and I don't mean that in a bad way. (Not exactly sure what she was trying to say here. But it includes that I'm a bad driver and need criticism all the time, and she always thinks I'm going to get in a wreck, I think)
Me: Ok, I'm sorry. I haven't been feeling good and I just couldn't take the stress of it. I'm sorry.
Mom: Why do you have to make excuses all the time--excuses excuses.(continues to go on Mom-like rant for unknown reasons)
Me: I know, I'm sorry.
So, in conclusion, maybe I'm arrogant and immature, but I think that I was acting mature and humble for my own reasons that my mother may or may not understand. I also conclude that my mother is suddenly worried about my maturity now that I'm 18, and 18 year olds are imfamously immature, therefore, I must be immature, despite how I was when I was 17.
It's totally ok for me to go out a night here with whoever I can and whenever I want to, practically, as long as I'm home by midnight (which is fine with me). But my friends that are significantly farther away can't have any dealings with me over break because I'll get into a wreck/be raped/get kidnapped/be mugged and shot and she worries so much she can't breathe when I'm much safer in all reality staying at someone's home rather than driving all over Anderson with Betsy and Pat til midnight. (It is a good time though, I must admit.)
Or, it may be that I'm totally wrong.
Either way, she just grates on my nerves.
I hope everyone had a good Christmas.