When I'm staying with my family, Thursday is market day. The day we head to "town" (*cough* what passes for a town in this hell-hole area / Sorry, but there's no town library, or cinema, or theatre. Basically, there's nothing) in order to shop for a whole week - at least.
So, this morning, we did that, and then we headed home.
I was carrying a few (heavy, according to my mother) things when she, completely out of the blue, said that she was worrying about my future because there would be no one to help me when I'm her age (since I didn't do what she did and selfishly spawned a slave).
The cherry on the icing on that cake was that she even sobbed a bit.
Inside, I was going half "what the fuck?" and half "bloody bollocking hell!".
I've decided that the (quite rotten) DNA has to stop with me; I couldn't look at a child and not feel guilty because of all the health issues, plus the slight tendency (I'm being kind) to depression. If I do live to a ripe old age, I'll be all alone (my mother had five brothers and sister, and she never planned ahead, far ahead, when she decided to have me. She was completely selfish; it's something I've known all my life because she never made a secret of it).
And then, her favourite line was back: 'You must find someone to marry you, so you won't be alone. Really, anyone. Even a plonkerish arsehole'.
Then, I left the room shouting, 'No way in hell!' (honestly, I was thinking, 'no FUCKING way in hell')
She's been free all her life, but since I'm going to be "alone" in the future, I should sacrifice my freedom, find some bloke with a lot of money (because she never mentions that I could be looking for a nice gal) and put up with everything in the name of security.
Nope.
Sorry.
I'd rather go kiss a black mamba than do that.
If I ever marry, it'll be for love, and with someone (whatever variety suits me as long as the person comes with a working brain and s/he's read the manual) who'd treat me as an equal and who would respect me.
Perhaps we should print more calendars in order to be able to distribute a few regularly? It's either that, or I'll have to get the century tattooed on my forehead...
The one good thing about my future is that I've got one good friend who promised to shoot me if I were to turn into my mother, and my chosen brother promised that he'd first try to put some sense into my poor skull if I were to mutate.
Who needs a rich twat when one has awesome friends and brother like them? Not I.
[All right, rant over, back to work...]
4 comments:
Oh, please. Your mother needs to check into an asylum. Firstly, don't look now, but statistically, guys aren't all that great at taking care of themselves, let alone Taking Care Of Another. You seem to be a functional adult, who has taken care of herself quite capably, and is in need of no one, save a friend network- either in person or online, to support your quests. You'd be spending just as much time making sure everything was hunky-dory in Imaginary Husband's world as you would be in your own.
Secondly, the stress of living with another person that you do not love, or want to co-habitate with would only grate on your nerves. Signing a document joining finances and other aspects of your lives merely to have a carbon based biped wandering around your structure to make your mother feel better is likely the most ridiculous idea ever presented logically. If she's worried something will happen and you'll have a heart attack or something, tell her you'll get an emergency button pendant when you get old. (Whether or not you want to is up to you, but it might give her a clue that everything she's suggesting can be condensed into a plastic chip on a necklace.)
Thirdly, sexuality is often a private matter, one that parents will never understand. Short of "Hey, I grew this small child in my womb using things I had around the house" I don't think she'd be happy. But she wouldn't be raising the child, paying for the child, and worrying incessantly about the child. (Trust me. I have one. And he is Special Needs, so I have the added worry of What Happens To Him When I Die to think about.) I understand about the Slave thing she does with you, as my father seems to do the same thing. "Do me a favour...." is his favourite starter for a sentence. Children should not be servants. That's why we need technology to bring us Robots!
I totally agree, if someone (of whichever flavour) eventually falls into your world and you fall in love, fine. But I think it's hardest to find that sort of thing if you're concentrating and harping on it. It's more of a "It will happen when it happens, if it's meant to happen at all" sort of thing. *HUGS* Just sigh, roll your eyes, and remember that our parents are both BatShit Crazy. Maybe it's evolution. We're the upgraded model, and they're working with Windows 3.1. Short of using the shell of the computer as a planter, you just boot it up to play old floppy disk games on Retro Game Night. (Sorry, random Big Bang Theory reference.)
The family moved in 93, and I'm fully independent (if earning peanuts and eating rice and pasta) since 95. I don't need a bloke to take care of me - and neither did Mozer, but all of a sudden, she thinks I need "someone" to take care of me. *sigh* Like when my nerve froze and I found myself all alone, I'll make do, and that's it.
I think/fear she's turning into her own mother (which is why I've got two security nets to prevent me from mutating in the same way! *shudders*).
Back when I was engaged, a child was in the script, but not now. Either I 'll find someone who's already got kids, or I'll sponsor a child (I'm researching that possibility).
Some parents haven't noticed that times have changed. *hugs*
Absolutely nothing wrong with Big Bang Theory references!! I caught it on cable rather recently, and I got almost instantly addicted. ;)
By the way, as you can see with the general sloooowness, I'm still being slaved, but I'll post photos of what I've been doing (then again, I can use the spray paint thingy like a pro now!). :)
re: Big Bang Theory: I Torrented all five seasons and had myself a merry little marathon this week, and have been consuming MASSIVE amounts of fanfictions.... (That's where I've been... LOL.) I just read all your updates above, and instead of making separate posts, I'll combine them- I know it's frustrating to feel like everyone's forgotten you. I can understand that feeling of not wanting to continue with the fanficking and such since there's no body commenting. Q- can you tell if people on your ticker are separate people or the same people checking the site over and over again? (because I do have a tendency to check your site multiple times a day.) Glad that you aren't giving up writing totally, as you should primarily write first and foremost for yourself.
And again, as far as letting your mom tell you to get married- hold up your middle finger and tell her to 'sit and spin, and if it tickles- bounce.'
A Big Bang Theory marathon is always a good idea (adding fics's got to be good, too). ;)
The counter registers your IP, so except if you're using some proxy to use the net, you're counted only once.
Seriously, if you take a look at the comments on my last fics you-know-where, there's a vague panic since I announced that it would be the last. There's not one of the panicky ones who *ever* commented before. Honestly, I want to Gibbs-smack them.
Same thing on the group you know. The only one who commented on the ultimate chapter is one of the group who had the ending delivered by e-mail. There was not a single comment - on or off site!
I'll never stop writing, but from now one, that'll be *my* plots (I'm quite happy with my sci-fi idea, really).
I ignore Mozer when she starts smoking the lawn now... ;)
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