Don't say you didn't warn me...

[uberreiniger]

Dinner at megiloth's was most kick-ass. That man knows how to grill. We sat around drinking expensive stuff while I was molested by his large dog Bob. That Bob knows how to molest! I felt bad because for not finishing my glass of the $100 48-proof beer. This is what sucks about working midnights-to 8 a.m. Bad for us lightweights who want to enjoy a fine beverage. Oh well.

The barbecue was a welcome stress-reliever as I spent most of the day being brutally reminded just why my mother needs to be on Prozac. She was getting stressed out over not being able to find where she'd packed the car titles and wasn't handling it well. If you've never met my mother then it's difficult to illustrate just how crazy she can become, but it's not pretty. Not pretty like watching a car wreck. I seriously think she's bi-polar or something like that, just has never been diagnosed. And that probably means I am too, but if I am than my case is mild in comparison. At least *I* think it is. Maybe other people who know me have a different opinion. All I know is at my worst, I've never had meltdowns on the scale she seems to have them or with the frequency and ease of provocation.

I'm at the point in my life where I have no trouble telling her off, and did so today at one point. Took the wind right out of her blustering sails, too. Maybe that's all she's ever needed. In the past I felt I couldn't and my dad just wouldn't, so it's never really been tried on a grand scale. Really, it was tempting not to just take my keys and leave at several points today just to make the statement that "I can." But that would've been a little too "After School Special" for me to be comfortable with and would've caused more problems then it solved in the long run.

*sigh* It's not like I didn't know what I was signing on for. And it's not like nobody said this would happen. I knew it, I was just choosing to focus only on the positive aspects of the situation. And those positive aspects are all still in place. But negative aspects are very courteous and feel that they are not providing the quality service you've come to expect from them unless they go out of their way to remind you of certain things; which, in my case, is the fact that this is going to be a very long year. And this was a very long post so I'll shut up now while I'm still in a barbecued-meaty good mood :)

Comments

[stitchedsutures.livejournal.com]

man, its the hardest rationalizing with irrational adults that have helped raise you or are just so old they're set in their ways and attitudes. my grandmother was a completely out of control undiagnosed OCD person before she died.. it was impossible to get her out of the house even within 2 hours of a set time. we had to tell her to be ready about 3 hours before we wanted to be anywhere. And dont feel bad about telling your mom to cut it out, or whatever you said. Being a rational adult has its benefits, and ive found that my parents do respect my thoughts now, even if they dont like what i am saying. In fact, ive even managed to get MY father to apologize now.. i am blunt with him and tell him how his behavior is messed up or uncalled for, and interestingly enough, he settles down immediately and apologizes almost as soon. i wouldnt trade this for the world.. this is especially a crazy thought for anyone who has ever known my father up until maybe 3 years ago.

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I don't feel bad about it at all. It needed to be done. My parents kind of do the same thing now, calming down and/or apologizing when they never would have before. I think it kind of throws them off when you remind them you're an adult and under no further obligation to accept their behaviour at face value.