Not a happy camper...
Sep. 20th, 2008 05:07 pmSo...apparently my uncle Bill is in town. And we're having company for dinner.
...THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW, MOM. Seriously.
I can't think of a time that I am less apt to desire socializing than after spending a very chaotic seven hours on my feet. My parents keep telling me that I need to go out and meet new people, and I just want to ask, "WHY?" Why do I apparently have to want to be social? Why is it so strange that I don't?
And then Mom asks if I'd be willing to make that one mac-and-cheese casserole, like I made that one time. Again, thanks for the warning, Mom. I'm going to go do a bit of lifting, since my plans for my evening (which consisted of a good work-out and then cleaning my room) have now been completely screwed over. So if I have to have this stuff ready by six-thirty, then I don't have time to do what I'd planned.
So thanks again, Mom, for the courtesy of letting me know. OH WAIT.
*pissed off and bratty Candy is pissed off and bratty*
...THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW, MOM. Seriously.
I can't think of a time that I am less apt to desire socializing than after spending a very chaotic seven hours on my feet. My parents keep telling me that I need to go out and meet new people, and I just want to ask, "WHY?" Why do I apparently have to want to be social? Why is it so strange that I don't?
And then Mom asks if I'd be willing to make that one mac-and-cheese casserole, like I made that one time. Again, thanks for the warning, Mom. I'm going to go do a bit of lifting, since my plans for my evening (which consisted of a good work-out and then cleaning my room) have now been completely screwed over. So if I have to have this stuff ready by six-thirty, then I don't have time to do what I'd planned.
So thanks again, Mom, for the courtesy of letting me know. OH WAIT.
*pissed off and bratty Candy is pissed off and bratty*
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Date: 2008-09-20 11:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-21 12:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-21 01:56 am (UTC)And I hear ya on the "Why do I have to be social" thing? I got it from my teachers all through school. As TV Tropes says, Loners Are Freaks.
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Date: 2008-09-21 02:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-21 09:15 pm (UTC)She'd plan family get-togethers and let me know that I was expected to show up the day before. It got so bad with her that I now require her to give me at least a week's notice before she can plan for me to be there
and that was when she lived less than 5 minute drive from me. I don't think it's that bad for you though, just make sure it doesn't get to that point.And it isn't that I don't want to hang out with the family.. It's just when she expects things to happen the way she wants it to at the drop of a hat.
If something happens unexpected, then you can ask me to show up suddenly, but when plans for Hanukkah event-ness is already going on, and I don't hear about it until the day before..
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Date: 2008-09-22 01:28 am (UTC)My parents do that to me all the time. GRRRR... But, I'll have to admit that even I'm guilty of that sometimes. (Lol)