Immaturity and Volume Issues
It's odd. Recently, an acquaintance of mine compared me to a child. And yet...
As I was sitting at the computer, browsing through people on myspace, my sister (and I use the term loosely) had a complete bitch fit, as she is apt to time and again. Something one must understand about her is that she quite often and vocally will claim that she is practically deaf. One wonders at this ludicrous claim when she can hear a whispered conversation held across the house. Come to think of it, the only time this insistent claim to deafness come into play is when I am on the computer, or the phone, and she adjusts the decibel level of the television about 4 degrees higher than necessary.
As to today's little display, I was on the computer, and had windows media player on playing some of my favourite music, incidentally, and not intentionally, music she claims to dislike, but we wont go into that one. Anyway, she started whining at me to turn down my music, (which was fairly low, as I pull the speakers to the edge of the desk so that it isn’t too loud for my mother, whose bedroom shares a wall with the computer desk.) I declined, stating that it wasn't that loud, and in point of fact, could clearly hear the dramatic goings on of the show she was watching. She got quite upset, and cranked the sound on the television up. I simply leaned in closer to the speakers and ignored her.
It goes without saying that the television disturbed mother, who came out to investigate. Nickie turned the volume down at mother's request then whined that she "had" to, to hear it over my radio. Mother came over and looked at me, I explained (which should have been quite obvious) that I had not been turning up the volume on my music, had in fact brought the speakers closer to me so I could still hear my music. Nickie began whining again, calling me a liar, claiming my music was too loud, and, surprisingly, mother took my side (which in and of itself is enough to cause a heart attack) and explained to Nickie that she could clearly hear the television from her standpoint, midway between Nickie and I, and yet could not hear my music. *Insert smirk here* Nickie claimed deafness, and having to turn the television up to hear it over my music, and being as how she was closer to the television than the computer, I should have to turn it down. Mother reiterated her statement as to "the volume issue", and walked away.
At this, Nickie became very upset, as mother for once did not take her side, turned off the television, threw the remote control, picked up some scattered belongings that she keeps stored on the desk over the computer, pushed my chair to the side, slammed her things down, used them to shove my belongings (my cell phone and wallet, plus a moonpie I had intended to snack on) off the desk, then put her things (a notebook and a couple of markers) in her cubbyhole. As she was putting these things into her cubbyhole, I commented (quite facetiously) on her remarkable maturity in handling her anger. She growled, yes, growled like some sort of wild animal, squished my moonpie, then picked up a bottle of Febreeze and sprayed it at me thrice, twice on my body and once in my face. As I said, quite mature handling of her temper. *Insert second smirk*
She then works up some stage tears, (seen before to increase sympathy for her "plight" at various times when she is not the center of the world's attention) and goes to mother to whine about how unfair mother was being, then when mother didn’t change her stance on "the volume issue" screeched at the "unfairness" of being "forced" to remain in her bedroom all day. She stormed upstairs, then less than a minute later stormed back down, turned the television back on, and proceeded to delete all the programs I had saved on the satellite before turning the televiosion back off and returning to her bedroom.
Now then, just who should be the one called child?
As I was sitting at the computer, browsing through people on myspace, my sister (and I use the term loosely) had a complete bitch fit, as she is apt to time and again. Something one must understand about her is that she quite often and vocally will claim that she is practically deaf. One wonders at this ludicrous claim when she can hear a whispered conversation held across the house. Come to think of it, the only time this insistent claim to deafness come into play is when I am on the computer, or the phone, and she adjusts the decibel level of the television about 4 degrees higher than necessary.
As to today's little display, I was on the computer, and had windows media player on playing some of my favourite music, incidentally, and not intentionally, music she claims to dislike, but we wont go into that one. Anyway, she started whining at me to turn down my music, (which was fairly low, as I pull the speakers to the edge of the desk so that it isn’t too loud for my mother, whose bedroom shares a wall with the computer desk.) I declined, stating that it wasn't that loud, and in point of fact, could clearly hear the dramatic goings on of the show she was watching. She got quite upset, and cranked the sound on the television up. I simply leaned in closer to the speakers and ignored her.
It goes without saying that the television disturbed mother, who came out to investigate. Nickie turned the volume down at mother's request then whined that she "had" to, to hear it over my radio. Mother came over and looked at me, I explained (which should have been quite obvious) that I had not been turning up the volume on my music, had in fact brought the speakers closer to me so I could still hear my music. Nickie began whining again, calling me a liar, claiming my music was too loud, and, surprisingly, mother took my side (which in and of itself is enough to cause a heart attack) and explained to Nickie that she could clearly hear the television from her standpoint, midway between Nickie and I, and yet could not hear my music. *Insert smirk here* Nickie claimed deafness, and having to turn the television up to hear it over my music, and being as how she was closer to the television than the computer, I should have to turn it down. Mother reiterated her statement as to "the volume issue", and walked away.
At this, Nickie became very upset, as mother for once did not take her side, turned off the television, threw the remote control, picked up some scattered belongings that she keeps stored on the desk over the computer, pushed my chair to the side, slammed her things down, used them to shove my belongings (my cell phone and wallet, plus a moonpie I had intended to snack on) off the desk, then put her things (a notebook and a couple of markers) in her cubbyhole. As she was putting these things into her cubbyhole, I commented (quite facetiously) on her remarkable maturity in handling her anger. She growled, yes, growled like some sort of wild animal, squished my moonpie, then picked up a bottle of Febreeze and sprayed it at me thrice, twice on my body and once in my face. As I said, quite mature handling of her temper. *Insert second smirk*
She then works up some stage tears, (seen before to increase sympathy for her "plight" at various times when she is not the center of the world's attention) and goes to mother to whine about how unfair mother was being, then when mother didn’t change her stance on "the volume issue" screeched at the "unfairness" of being "forced" to remain in her bedroom all day. She stormed upstairs, then less than a minute later stormed back down, turned the television back on, and proceeded to delete all the programs I had saved on the satellite before turning the televiosion back off and returning to her bedroom.
Now then, just who should be the one called child?