Urban Legends
I came to the realization tonight that I don't want to have a relationship with my mom. She's too screwed up. She is bored out of her mind with life - she has nothing to do, nothing to talk about. She spent all day telling everyone she knows about her experience with her flat tire on Saturday. She drove into the marina where I worked to pick me up, the tire went flat, and within 2 minutes I had 3 guys changing the tire. It was fixed in 10 minutes yet she is still talking about it like it was the most traumatic experience of her week. Today I realized that it WAS the most traumatic thing in her week. That's really sad - things like that seem so insignificant to most of us we don't even bother telling people about them usually.
She doesn't like doing any favors for anyone, regardless of how bored she is. Today I wanted to go to Kinko's to have something drafted up and couldn't drive her can because it was a rental (She felt the need to bring her car to the dealer for a full inspection and 4 brand new tires - just in case). She refused to drive to Kinkos for no good reason, and refused to drive to Warwick to get my Dad's car.
Today I was eating my dinner in the family room, watching TV and she sat down on the couch across the room. Her simple presence annoyed me so much that I finished eating as fast as I could and didn’t bother finishing the program on forensics I was watching even though it was really interesting.
I don't have respect for someone who is completely bored with their life but refuses to do anything about it, then goes on to be a bitch to there people who need to get things done. It's like she feels that because she's so unimportant she needs to make problems so she isn't completely forgotten. It's so annoying.
I just typed a paper on urban legends for Mythology - now I'm sort of creeped out - I wrote about the one in which a babysitter refuses to let a man with a flat tire inside the house to make a call, calls the police to help him, but after which the police discover he left without a trace. Later in the story the babysitter receives a frightening call from the same man and has the call traced by the police who discover that the call was made from one of the upstairs bedrooms. The babysitter discovers the children murdered in their beds, and then is murdered by the man in need of a phone for his flat tire. Then there’s the one about the innocent college student returning to her dorm after a long night of studying, delicately letting herself into the room without turning on the lights or waking her roommate. Unbeknown to her, the roommate is being savagely torn apart by an unheard and unseen murderer mere feet away from where the late-night studier sleeps. Upon waking, she discovers her roommate maimed and murdered with the chilling words “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?” written in blood across the mirror or the wall.
Even though they aren’t true they’re still freeky.
She doesn't like doing any favors for anyone, regardless of how bored she is. Today I wanted to go to Kinko's to have something drafted up and couldn't drive her can because it was a rental (She felt the need to bring her car to the dealer for a full inspection and 4 brand new tires - just in case). She refused to drive to Kinkos for no good reason, and refused to drive to Warwick to get my Dad's car.
Today I was eating my dinner in the family room, watching TV and she sat down on the couch across the room. Her simple presence annoyed me so much that I finished eating as fast as I could and didn’t bother finishing the program on forensics I was watching even though it was really interesting.
I don't have respect for someone who is completely bored with their life but refuses to do anything about it, then goes on to be a bitch to there people who need to get things done. It's like she feels that because she's so unimportant she needs to make problems so she isn't completely forgotten. It's so annoying.
I just typed a paper on urban legends for Mythology - now I'm sort of creeped out - I wrote about the one in which a babysitter refuses to let a man with a flat tire inside the house to make a call, calls the police to help him, but after which the police discover he left without a trace. Later in the story the babysitter receives a frightening call from the same man and has the call traced by the police who discover that the call was made from one of the upstairs bedrooms. The babysitter discovers the children murdered in their beds, and then is murdered by the man in need of a phone for his flat tire. Then there’s the one about the innocent college student returning to her dorm after a long night of studying, delicately letting herself into the room without turning on the lights or waking her roommate. Unbeknown to her, the roommate is being savagely torn apart by an unheard and unseen murderer mere feet away from where the late-night studier sleeps. Upon waking, she discovers her roommate maimed and murdered with the chilling words “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?” written in blood across the mirror or the wall.
Even though they aren’t true they’re still freeky.