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Jun. 11th, 2010 05:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
here_inmyheadIt was 3:10 or 3:11 PM when Mom called me. It was 3:59 when she finally let me go, and I doubt she was even done drilling me yet.
Mom is unbearable. If you're stuck in a conversation, consider yourself goddamn trapped. She keeps going in circles, stretching out the most inane details before getting to the point, repeats everything she's already told me, constantly goes on tangents over unrelated subjects, even a wall would crumble just listening to her chatter on and on for hours on end.
This isn't normal mom lecture either. This is mania. I'm not exaggerating. Mom mentioned she needed to see her doctor again (and spends ten minutes telling me over and over that she's losing memory as well as words and that Dad doesn't like her doctor and I tell her over and over that I've heard this all before) and I sincerely hope she does soon. It's getting out of hand.
Ignoring or shutting her out doesn't work. She'll just keep rambling on ("Hellooooo what did I just say?" "*answer*" "But that's not the point I was trying to make! *then says something similar and predictable*") ("Hey don't walk away from me!" even if all I did was shift in my seat or reach for an object and come back to sit down). She complains that she feels like she's talking to a wall when in all honesty, it feels like she treats me as a wall, and doesn't take account of my feelings and let alone realize that I'm not much of a talker in the first place. I worry about a lot of things, right? Clothes and bedsheets and how they look is at the bottom in my list of concerns. I tell her this. She rambles on and on about mattresses and clothes she saw on a sales ad. I tell her I'm not interested and that they don't look appealing to me. Still she pushes me for an opinion on fashion and fumes, "I'm trying to tell you something important!!11!1" and proceeds to ignore me except to complain when I still don't show much enthusiasm.
Speaking of that. If I show the slightest bit of discomfort, like a sigh or a groan or telling Mom to please stop she's going on and on again, she will bitch. She'll criticize me and treat me like I'm an ungrateful little git, that she's done all this stuff for me and bought me many nice things she likes and I don't even know how much she spoils me. I'm so unappreciative, look at me I'm 21 and should be cleaning the house and getting a job although she hasn't done much of that herself. If I tell her to stick to the subject or that she's repeating herself, she threatens to punish me ("How would you like it if I grounded you from the computer? Or playing video games?") and no doubt Dad would be by her side even if I complain. Five minutes later? Dad is screaming and yelling at Mom to shut up and leave him alone because she won't stop talking to him and give him privacy and all the same reasons I listed above. Maybe I'll call my sister about it, except I don't want to drag her into this and get involved in family drama again and/or she'll sympathize with Mom anyway.
To make it worse, Mom wants me to help her with the Internet again. Time and time again, I've told her a million times I hate helping people with the computer, hate shopping on the computer, and that I was likely to lose my patience. Guess what? She makes me do it anyway (She's the one person on earth who wants me to "go up" when she wants to scroll down the page) and she wonders why I'm at my wit's end.
Maybe that's why I sleep so much. Just so I can get away from her.
Mom is unbearable. If you're stuck in a conversation, consider yourself goddamn trapped. She keeps going in circles, stretching out the most inane details before getting to the point, repeats everything she's already told me, constantly goes on tangents over unrelated subjects, even a wall would crumble just listening to her chatter on and on for hours on end.
This isn't normal mom lecture either. This is mania. I'm not exaggerating. Mom mentioned she needed to see her doctor again (and spends ten minutes telling me over and over that she's losing memory as well as words and that Dad doesn't like her doctor and I tell her over and over that I've heard this all before) and I sincerely hope she does soon. It's getting out of hand.
Ignoring or shutting her out doesn't work. She'll just keep rambling on ("Hellooooo what did I just say?" "*answer*" "But that's not the point I was trying to make! *then says something similar and predictable*") ("Hey don't walk away from me!" even if all I did was shift in my seat or reach for an object and come back to sit down). She complains that she feels like she's talking to a wall when in all honesty, it feels like she treats me as a wall, and doesn't take account of my feelings and let alone realize that I'm not much of a talker in the first place. I worry about a lot of things, right? Clothes and bedsheets and how they look is at the bottom in my list of concerns. I tell her this. She rambles on and on about mattresses and clothes she saw on a sales ad. I tell her I'm not interested and that they don't look appealing to me. Still she pushes me for an opinion on fashion and fumes, "I'm trying to tell you something important!!11!1" and proceeds to ignore me except to complain when I still don't show much enthusiasm.
Speaking of that. If I show the slightest bit of discomfort, like a sigh or a groan or telling Mom to please stop she's going on and on again, she will bitch. She'll criticize me and treat me like I'm an ungrateful little git, that she's done all this stuff for me and bought me many nice things she likes and I don't even know how much she spoils me. I'm so unappreciative, look at me I'm 21 and should be cleaning the house and getting a job although she hasn't done much of that herself. If I tell her to stick to the subject or that she's repeating herself, she threatens to punish me ("How would you like it if I grounded you from the computer? Or playing video games?") and no doubt Dad would be by her side even if I complain. Five minutes later? Dad is screaming and yelling at Mom to shut up and leave him alone because she won't stop talking to him and give him privacy and all the same reasons I listed above. Maybe I'll call my sister about it, except I don't want to drag her into this and get involved in family drama again and/or she'll sympathize with Mom anyway.
To make it worse, Mom wants me to help her with the Internet again. Time and time again, I've told her a million times I hate helping people with the computer, hate shopping on the computer, and that I was likely to lose my patience. Guess what? She makes me do it anyway (She's the one person on earth who wants me to "go up" when she wants to scroll down the page) and she wonders why I'm at my wit's end.
Maybe that's why I sleep so much. Just so I can get away from her.
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Date: 2010-06-12 12:04 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-12 03:46 am (UTC)*offers a hug*
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Date: 2010-06-12 05:39 am (UTC)I... don't really understand it myself.
Must be something left over from the older generations...
Maybe because they see the rest of the page flying up when we scroll down?
-hugs- Sorry, Puri.
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Date: 2010-06-12 08:27 am (UTC)So I really feel for you. :( Best of luck.
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Date: 2010-06-13 03:29 am (UTC)no subject
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