Uh, getting me mam to meet halfway, anyone, please?
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Aalto wrote:
Woo, the machine stopped! The paler socks still have a yellowish look to them but on the whole I've got a clump of wet, scrumpled but hopefully wearable items which aren't in a mish mash. I'll leave them to dry and czech later when I wake up.
Woohoo! You've defeated the dreaded washing machine! Hopefully you will remember to czech in the morning and won't be too Hungary for your breakfast instead
Aalto wrote:
Warning: rather teenaged.
Wow! You're not wrong. Aalto wrote:
The other week I asked my parents where my work shirt was for the shift the next day, and my mom went spare, and later started bellowing sporadically. Since I've gotten the picture that she's just refusing to wash my clothes as the linning basket overflows.
Since I have been increasingly nice and more talkative to her than ever, kowtowing and that. Last night I told her how much I appreciate her work around the house and got a dismissive grunt. I've been trying to meet halfway with no avail. What's more, for some reason she's not even washing my brother and sister's clothes, and they're down to their last pairs too. Apparently she'd told them that they just take it for granted, though it's frankly f***ing clear that they actually are. This is my fourth day in this pair of boxers. My appeasement behaviour is displayed increasingly through my teeth.
Since I have been increasingly nice and more talkative to her than ever, kowtowing and that. Last night I told her how much I appreciate her work around the house and got a dismissive grunt. I've been trying to meet halfway with no avail. What's more, for some reason she's not even washing my brother and sister's clothes, and they're down to their last pairs too. Apparently she'd told them that they just take it for granted, though it's frankly f***ing clear that they actually are. This is my fourth day in this pair of boxers. My appeasement behaviour is displayed increasingly through my teeth.
So. You're 17 years old. You don't have any clean laundry. But instead of even bothering to handwash a pair of boxers in the bathroom sink, you wear the same pair. For four days.
Aalto wrote:
From experience, she is one of the least rational people I've met. Not even facts seem to shift her, and she has irrational hatred of so much. She also has the tendency to view us as the lowest offspring lifeforms on the planet and seems to have this utopian view of me having to be a fish-eating avid Archers fan who sketches pictures of blue tits, or what have you.
Now, I know that the first responses I'd get if I don't make this clear would be so: to do my own cleaning, but I disagree. I am in full-time education taking the sciences, sometimes get home on weekdays after 9pm, and have interests, exploits and work outside that. Plus, putting the toys back in the pram will only fuel her insane stream of irrationality.
And would you mind explaining what's so rational about the above. The bit about being 17-years-old, not having any clean underwear, but not taking responsibility for your own wellbeing and sorting yourself out with a clean pair of boxers? And while you're at it, would you also please specifically elaborate on what's so rational about throwing a childish and petulant strop of your own and waiting for your mother to do it for you? If it was some kind of childish who loses their willpower first game, then you were playing for four days yourself.Now, I know that the first responses I'd get if I don't make this clear would be so: to do my own cleaning, but I disagree. I am in full-time education taking the sciences, sometimes get home on weekdays after 9pm, and have interests, exploits and work outside that. Plus, putting the toys back in the pram will only fuel her insane stream of irrationality.
And what's so rational about being so self-centred and obnoxious and all me me me me me me me me me me and not having any empathy or consideration for your mother, what about trying to look at the situation from her point of view?
Yes, you're whinging about studying sciences, and working till 9pm, but have you thought about when your mother gets a break? I bet your mother would love to finish 'work' at 9pm and switch off. But instead you seemingly expect her to be on duty 24/7, 365 days a year, a job she has apparently been doing without a break for at least the past 17 years.
Aalto wrote:
This abject lack of logic really upsets me as I try to work my head around it self-destructively, and am feeling less and less hygienic. I can't seem to find solutions to it myself and it's making me very counterproductive.
Does anyone have any advice?
Does anyone have any advice?
Aalto wrote:
I'll have to accept for washing a few days. Questions: I'm separating blacks from coloureds, am I right? Also, what to do with wool, et cetera?
Hopefully she'll soon realise the aspect that distinguishes us from other primates: our ability to reason and be beyond such pettiness.
Can't seem to find a solution? You're an intelligent person, aren't you? Yes, my advice would also have been to do your own bl00dy laundry. Sheesh!
Hopefully she'll soon realise the aspect that distinguishes us from other primates: our ability to reason and be beyond such pettiness.
She's probably hoping that you'll soon realise the aspect that distinguishes us from other primates: our ability to reason and be beyond such pettiness, i.e. that you might realise that you're now 17-years-old, you're not a child anymore, you need to grow up and start taking responsibility for yourself. Are you hoping to study at university next year? If so, you might move away from home. And you'll need to be able to do your own laundry, and to cook and clean up after yourself.
I know you're feeling really hard done by, and you're wanting people to agree that your mother is very unreasonable and you've been wronged, but I'm afraid I can't reassure you. You just come across like an obnoxious, spoiled brat who needs to learn and show some respect and appreciation for his mother instead of treating her with disdain and taking her for granted.
