RANTING
Grandma moved to town. I get so many calls about how I never visit her despite seeing her more than I see my friends, about how she feels ill today and everyday, about her bowel movements, about not having food in the house despite the overflowing fridge, about me not eating at her house because I get shit for not eating in my own house, about how much money I earn (I don't understand this part either), about whether I've gotten my bonus.
I visit them, I make their garden look nice, I buy them food, I buy them clothes, I take them out... What??
Parents acting up again.
On coming home from my studies: "My friend's daughter didn't even want to go overseas because they are so attached to their parents"
On coming back at 12AM: "What kind of girl are you, going out and coming back late at night? You think anyone will want to marry you? All the girls out at this time are bar girls"
On having a beer every now and then: "You're an alcoholic. Why can't you stop? You're addicted"
On general issues: "WHY?? Why are you like that?"
On insisting that I am normal, and its ok to have an occasional drink, stay out late, and spend time with friends: "You have problems. You're weak. You're not normal. You need to see a psychiatrist. You need God"
Sometimes I really hate my parents. Lately its been more often than not. I think I used to be ok with them going through my personal stuff, my phone, my diaries, my letters, but I'm getting really sick of it because they bring it out at the most inopportune moments, and I'm momentarily caught off guard and get very flustered. (e.g. Them: "YOU, you never got over your ex-boyfriend, that's why you're so screwed up. I know he really hurt you, even after so many years you think of him. That's why you're not normal."; Me: "How do you know?" Them: "I just know, I'm your mom/dad/bloody resident psychic"). I'm getting sick of my mom leaving books on healing depression naturally and becoming closer to Jesus Christ in my room, because its very embarassing when people come and visit, and they think that I'm some sort of depressed rabid Christian loon. I'm getting sick of them reminding me how they paid for my car, when I'm still paying them half of my salary for it, and I wanted a Kelisa in the first place. I'm sick of them telling me that I'm growing alarmingly fat, and yet getting really pissy when I don't want to eat certain globs of dripping fat that they happen to cook. And how they get really pissy EVERY SINGLE TIME I go out, because staying INSIDE the house ALL THE TIME, will naturally help to shave the pounds off your waist.
I think they would be really happy if I had a job next door to my house, clocked out at 8AM everyday and clocked back in at 5PM. Marry a man of their choosing, without having ever met him (because I would vehemently protest against marrying a man with no sense of humour, no intelligence, absolutely zero physical attraction-because ugly people apparently make very good spouses, and who cannot speak English), pop out babies in quick sucession and live a life, something like theirs.
But you know what REALLY pisses me off? The fact that they never ever stop telling me, what a huge disaapointment I am to them.
Thank you.
I would like to move out.
I need a roommate.
But then I'm not sure if I could live with a roommate, because having lived with my parents for so long, I'm quite sure I'm the roommate from hell.
From hell I tell you.
I wish they would go live with my brother for half of the year. I just know that we would get along so much better.
I visit them, I make their garden look nice, I buy them food, I buy them clothes, I take them out... What??
Parents acting up again.
On coming home from my studies: "My friend's daughter didn't even want to go overseas because they are so attached to their parents"
On coming back at 12AM: "What kind of girl are you, going out and coming back late at night? You think anyone will want to marry you? All the girls out at this time are bar girls"
On having a beer every now and then: "You're an alcoholic. Why can't you stop? You're addicted"
On general issues: "WHY?? Why are you like that?"
On insisting that I am normal, and its ok to have an occasional drink, stay out late, and spend time with friends: "You have problems. You're weak. You're not normal. You need to see a psychiatrist. You need God"
Sometimes I really hate my parents. Lately its been more often than not. I think I used to be ok with them going through my personal stuff, my phone, my diaries, my letters, but I'm getting really sick of it because they bring it out at the most inopportune moments, and I'm momentarily caught off guard and get very flustered. (e.g. Them: "YOU, you never got over your ex-boyfriend, that's why you're so screwed up. I know he really hurt you, even after so many years you think of him. That's why you're not normal."; Me: "How do you know?" Them: "I just know, I'm your mom/dad/bloody resident psychic"). I'm getting sick of my mom leaving books on healing depression naturally and becoming closer to Jesus Christ in my room, because its very embarassing when people come and visit, and they think that I'm some sort of depressed rabid Christian loon. I'm getting sick of them reminding me how they paid for my car, when I'm still paying them half of my salary for it, and I wanted a Kelisa in the first place. I'm sick of them telling me that I'm growing alarmingly fat, and yet getting really pissy when I don't want to eat certain globs of dripping fat that they happen to cook. And how they get really pissy EVERY SINGLE TIME I go out, because staying INSIDE the house ALL THE TIME, will naturally help to shave the pounds off your waist.
I think they would be really happy if I had a job next door to my house, clocked out at 8AM everyday and clocked back in at 5PM. Marry a man of their choosing, without having ever met him (because I would vehemently protest against marrying a man with no sense of humour, no intelligence, absolutely zero physical attraction-because ugly people apparently make very good spouses, and who cannot speak English), pop out babies in quick sucession and live a life, something like theirs.
But you know what REALLY pisses me off? The fact that they never ever stop telling me, what a huge disaapointment I am to them.
Thank you.
I would like to move out.
I need a roommate.
But then I'm not sure if I could live with a roommate, because having lived with my parents for so long, I'm quite sure I'm the roommate from hell.
From hell I tell you.
I wish they would go live with my brother for half of the year. I just know that we would get along so much better.
