the one with cleaning out junk
Today, I cleaned EVERY SINGLE THING out of my bedroom at mother's house. Dear god, I would've thrown out so much more stuff but Grandma kept keeping stuff for my cousins. It confunded me some, because they have rich parents, or at least, parents who can afford to pay money for toys instead of using my toys which are twenty-odd years old. WHATEVER. I got my books and dear Christ I'm glad that epic day is over. And finally, to illustrate the full lack of sanity exhibited by my grandparents:
Grandma: Do you want to keep this? [holding up my Christening dress]
Me: Nope.
Grandma: But you might want it for your kids one day. [Wtf, why would I want to have my kids wear my Christening dress??]
Me: I doubt it; I don't want to have children.
Grandma: You don't know what you want, girl.
Me: Uh, actually I do. No kids.
Grandma: Just wait until you're married.
>:-( Sorry Grandma, I guess you mean well, but I've never wanted to have children and by God I'm not about to change my mind about that. Also, if Bob wanted kids and couldn't deal with not having them, I would leave him. He knows that. No man is going to make me want to reproduce. It's just not something I'm cool with.
Grandma: Do you want to keep this? [holding up my Christening dress]
Me: Nope.
Grandma: But you might want it for your kids one day. [Wtf, why would I want to have my kids wear my Christening dress??]
Me: I doubt it; I don't want to have children.
Grandma: You don't know what you want, girl.
Me: Uh, actually I do. No kids.
Grandma: Just wait until you're married.
>:-( Sorry Grandma, I guess you mean well, but I've never wanted to have children and by God I'm not about to change my mind about that. Also, if Bob wanted kids and couldn't deal with not having them, I would leave him. He knows that. No man is going to make me want to reproduce. It's just not something I'm cool with.