Don’t you just hate it when you have a misunderstanding and you get the full blame for it? It always seems to happen that way when I’m dealing with my mother.
I’m a Harry Potter lover and, naturally, I’m going to see Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince on Wednesday. I had told my mom a while ago that I was going to see it on “Wednesday, July the 15th”. Closer to the date, I told her again and, somehow, it was misunderstood that I was going to see it on AUGUST 15th, rather than JULY 15th since we have an event on the same day in August.
After buying the ticket in advanced at the machine, without even looking at the date, my mother said she’d hold onto it until the day of. She come storming in about ten minutes ago, ticket in hand, and asks me to explain why it’s in July and not August.
Stupid question? Very.
We finally sorted out the misunderstanding and she blames me for not reminding her. As she said, if it is not important to her, she will not remember it. The time the misunderstanding took pace, she took the wrong date and held onto that, completely ignoring anything else I said for the remainder few weeks until this day.
So, I’m horrible with dates. I’m sorry.
She doesn’t seem to realize that she clearly said that she doesn’t listen to me at all. As well, she continuously reminds me that I’m “sixteen and should remember to remind” her.
Isn’t she the one that always says, “You are old enough to remember dates”? Well then why does she blame me when SHE can’t remember dates?!
She continued on and on, on how horrible I am with remembering dates and that I need to grow up. Meanwhile, I’m practically killing the touchpad of my laptop as I deepen the pressure of my fingers in a sorry attempt to not hit something or start shouting.
The thing I hate the most? After all the shit she gives me, she has the nerve to ask me, “What? What’s with the blank face?!”
The blank face, my dear, is my way of stopping myself from blowing up. And trust me, you don’t want to see that.
You wouldn’t believe how sinister I can be in my own mind. It’s like I’m a completely different person compared to when I am speaking to people. I make cruel remarks and say things that I would never even dream of saying to someone. I’m actually cold and reserved in my mind.
Is it to make up for the lack of that side of me in the real world? Who knows.
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