And now I have a headache.
Aug. 11th, 2004 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hopefulnebula(Please note that as this is a rant I'll be switching between past and present tense far too much. It's what I do. Live with it.)
OK, I'm wondering if I missed a social cue or some such here. Keep in mind that I've been trying to clean my room for months now and it never seems to get done. There's always something. And my mom's always told me that I can ask for help if I need it. She's offered her help. Even as soon as a couple of months ago, she walked into my room while I was working and started cleaning with me, even though I didn't want her help at the time.
So anyway, she and I were doing a little online comparison shopping for laptops, and that went fairly well. We've essentially settled on one that will fit my needs. So she then says that nobody's ordering/picking up/whatever anything until my room's clean. At this point, I know that I won't be able to do it on my own, not because of the volume of the mess but just because I need some company, or at least someone to crack the whip periodically. I ask her for help and she laughs in my face. Not an "aww, how sweet" kind of laugh. Not even a good kind of laugh. It was the biting kind, the one I can invariably recognize because I've been on its recieving end so much. Not usually from her, thank whatever higher force is out there. I asked her what that was about and she kept laughing. When she stopped, I asked her why she was laughing at me and never got a straight answer. Even after I reminded her nicely about all her previous attempts, she said "you expect me to help you?"
Being hurt is fun.
OK, I'm wondering if I missed a social cue or some such here. Keep in mind that I've been trying to clean my room for months now and it never seems to get done. There's always something. And my mom's always told me that I can ask for help if I need it. She's offered her help. Even as soon as a couple of months ago, she walked into my room while I was working and started cleaning with me, even though I didn't want her help at the time.
So anyway, she and I were doing a little online comparison shopping for laptops, and that went fairly well. We've essentially settled on one that will fit my needs. So she then says that nobody's ordering/picking up/whatever anything until my room's clean. At this point, I know that I won't be able to do it on my own, not because of the volume of the mess but just because I need some company, or at least someone to crack the whip periodically. I ask her for help and she laughs in my face. Not an "aww, how sweet" kind of laugh. Not even a good kind of laugh. It was the biting kind, the one I can invariably recognize because I've been on its recieving end so much. Not usually from her, thank whatever higher force is out there. I asked her what that was about and she kept laughing. When she stopped, I asked her why she was laughing at me and never got a straight answer. Even after I reminded her nicely about all her previous attempts, she said "you expect me to help you?"
Being hurt is fun.
