Urgh
My mom is driving me nuts. What kind of frelling psychotherapist is she with these kinds of crazy projections and assumptions? I really, really pity her clients. She's supposed to be too young to be turning senile, but I'm not sure anymore -- she'd been a lot more manageable a few years ago when we went to China together.
My friend who recently moved to Moscow asked to bring some of her things because she's having problems with sending them by a train, and it's getting cold in Moscow, and she doesn't have a lot of warm clothes with her. I asked my mom if it was okay, stating clearly that it was 8 kg. She told me, clearly and without hesitation, that she didn't mind. Then the crazy stuff began.
A few days ago she asked me 'why I cared so much for that woman' (where the phrasing for 'that woman' implied that it was someone closer to her age, and the phrasing overall implied that she was less than happy about my 'caring' at all). The hell? First of all, she'd seen Yumi before, and Yumi is a year younger than me. Then, what unreasonable amount of 'caring' does it take to bring some clothes to a friend?
Then today. I called her to settle some final details (I'm not very happy about her using my computer during the trip and wasting hours when she 'checks her mail' [in reality, downloading tonnes of useless pseudo-psychological articles, videos and shit like that] because she forgets how to do it in Windows [once I've spent more than an hour on the phone trying to explain to her how to check mail in mail.ru, and on several occasions I spent as much time explaining how to download a file], and I'm using MacOS which she doesn't know at all, but it can't be helped, I guess [partly because the hell am I going to trust my Nataku to her, she'd crash it in less than 5 minutes, and then call me anyway and waste time and money on the phone while I explain what she should do. Happened more than once, but thankfully not on my computer]), and she asked if Yumi was picking us up in the airport (where the phrasing was more like clarifying than asking). Yet again, the hell? I haven't said a single word about anyone picking us up in the airport. On the contrary, I talked to her numerous times about us going by Aeroexpress, I even told her the tickets cost a couple of days ago. And I've told her, several times, that Yumi's been living in Moscow for less than a month (about 2 months in reality, but it doesn't change anything). So mom decided to make a scene (by phone no less), saying that Yumi had to pick us up, and that she wasn't going to carry someone's things all over Moscow. Could she tell me before that she didn't want to do it? Then I wouldn't have agreed, or I would've carried it by myself. It was mom who insisted that we pack those things into her suitcase, not me.
Then there's the thing with The Suitcases. I stated clearly from the start that I'm taking a backpack, and she can take whatever she wants, but preferably the smaller suitcase, because the big one is hell to carry around, and we'd need extra tickets in, say, metro for it. She agreed. Then my dad tells me that we're taking two suitcases, and mom told him that it was me who wanted it. The fuck? (yes, 'the hell' is not enough anymore) I talked to her, told her that there's more than enough space in the backpack and the smaller suitcase, even if we buy some clothes (she thinks of our visit to Moscow as a shopping trip, duh =_=), and she agreed. And today she's telling me that she's taking the big suitcase. Urgh. How many frelling clothes is she planning to buy? We don't have that much money anyway.
Note: 'the big suitcase' was bought when I thought I was going to move to Moscow for real, and I can easily fit into it.
Then there were several other, ahem, 'instances'. So, at the moment I'm just majorly PISSED
My friend who recently moved to Moscow asked to bring some of her things because she's having problems with sending them by a train, and it's getting cold in Moscow, and she doesn't have a lot of warm clothes with her. I asked my mom if it was okay, stating clearly that it was 8 kg. She told me, clearly and without hesitation, that she didn't mind. Then the crazy stuff began.
A few days ago she asked me 'why I cared so much for that woman' (where the phrasing for 'that woman' implied that it was someone closer to her age, and the phrasing overall implied that she was less than happy about my 'caring' at all). The hell? First of all, she'd seen Yumi before, and Yumi is a year younger than me. Then, what unreasonable amount of 'caring' does it take to bring some clothes to a friend?
Then today. I called her to settle some final details (I'm not very happy about her using my computer during the trip and wasting hours when she 'checks her mail' [in reality, downloading tonnes of useless pseudo-psychological articles, videos and shit like that] because she forgets how to do it in Windows [once I've spent more than an hour on the phone trying to explain to her how to check mail in mail.ru, and on several occasions I spent as much time explaining how to download a file], and I'm using MacOS which she doesn't know at all, but it can't be helped, I guess [partly because the hell am I going to trust my Nataku to her, she'd crash it in less than 5 minutes, and then call me anyway and waste time and money on the phone while I explain what she should do. Happened more than once, but thankfully not on my computer]), and she asked if Yumi was picking us up in the airport (where the phrasing was more like clarifying than asking). Yet again, the hell? I haven't said a single word about anyone picking us up in the airport. On the contrary, I talked to her numerous times about us going by Aeroexpress, I even told her the tickets cost a couple of days ago. And I've told her, several times, that Yumi's been living in Moscow for less than a month (about 2 months in reality, but it doesn't change anything). So mom decided to make a scene (by phone no less), saying that Yumi had to pick us up, and that she wasn't going to carry someone's things all over Moscow. Could she tell me before that she didn't want to do it? Then I wouldn't have agreed, or I would've carried it by myself. It was mom who insisted that we pack those things into her suitcase, not me.
Then there's the thing with The Suitcases. I stated clearly from the start that I'm taking a backpack, and she can take whatever she wants, but preferably the smaller suitcase, because the big one is hell to carry around, and we'd need extra tickets in, say, metro for it. She agreed. Then my dad tells me that we're taking two suitcases, and mom told him that it was me who wanted it. The fuck? (yes, 'the hell' is not enough anymore) I talked to her, told her that there's more than enough space in the backpack and the smaller suitcase, even if we buy some clothes (she thinks of our visit to Moscow as a shopping trip, duh =_=), and she agreed. And today she's telling me that she's taking the big suitcase. Urgh. How many frelling clothes is she planning to buy? We don't have that much money anyway.
Note: 'the big suitcase' was bought when I thought I was going to move to Moscow for real, and I can easily fit into it.
Then there were several other, ahem, 'instances'. So, at the moment I'm just majorly PISSED