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Monday, June 2, 2008

Ugh. Okay. I am just annoyed. Because my mom just doesn't ever stop. When she wants an argument, she just keeps going and going and going. And then she stops for a while. And then she continues. And I just shut up. Saying things has never helped.

So then she goes on and on and on. Eventually she accuses me of being angry at her. Typical. Yes, now I'm angry. If there's one thing that makes me angry, it's being accused of doing something that I did not. But I don't say anything. Talking to people who will refuse to listen never helped. Ever.

My mom happens to be someone who falls under that category. Whenever she has some pointless dispute amongst her... Group people? I don't even know what they're called. She would rant and rant in the car, constantly, annoyingly. Okay, I know, it's not like I don't rant either, but at least I also notice that at the end of it everyone is smiling and laughing. Not with my mom though. When she's mad she wants to make everyone around her feel miserable.

When my brother is in some conflict, she would lecture him about how he should avoid offending other people, and to forgive, and to compromise, and that he shouldn't go pick fights. And to avoid arguments. It's so hypocritical, it's frustrating. When she is annoyed, she lashes out, and constantly asks antagonising questions. Questions that cannot be answered other than with "It so happened that I was at this location at this particular moment of time. It also happened that something else happened at that particular moment of time." And so she won't be satisfied, because she's trying to put some blame on someone.

She just keeps at it, until her victim finally explodes in frustration. Then she accuses him of overreacting. When her victim does not explode, she then pretends that she was the one who was being victimised in the first place. Oh, and then she'll go tell other people(who, incidentally, usually don't give a damn anyway) and tries to get them to agree with her, that her victim is the one who is being unreasonable.

It's unbelievable. But what can I do? Nothing. That is why I do nothing. I don't talk, or respond, agree, or disagree.

I don't get it. What is wrong with people like her? Why, is it that when I have disagreements with other people, we just act angry at each other for a while, don't talk, but then completely forget about everything the next day? Maybe it's because we don't pursue the subject. Maybe it's because we aren't continually trying to place the blame on someone else, and that we are, in fact, willing to accept each other's faults and compromise. While avoiding conflict is impossible, it is in fact, very possible to stop the conflict from getting totally botched up. Something that my mom fails to do, every time.

Over the smallest of things.

There are reasons why I don't often have an opinion at home. It's because I know that there are people who will be intolerant of my ideas. People who act all high and mighty when discussing other people's shortcomings, while unknowingly falling into the same abyss during their times of trial. After you lick an electric fence once or twice, you probably wouldn't want to go near it again.

Hence the reason for my silence. And also explaining why I lack showmanship at home.

See? This is why people need video games. People inevitably get frustrated at one another. But people with video games get to vent their frustration on little men, burning them, while cackling maniacally. People who do not have a way to vent their frustration turn it adhesive. Latching on to other people. Pulling them down, into that crevice without a floor. All the while trying to appear to be in the light, to be the correct one.

I, however, have video games. So the spread of assholic-ness ends here.

Still, there really ought to be a way to stop being on the receiving end of this kind of attitude. A less violent alternative to my own ideas, Pastafarianism is a good way to begin.

It basically advocates not being an asshole.

Something which goes against the principles of many other religions.

His noodly appendage awaits.

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-Joe

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