Oh how quick my 3 weeks of tranquility ended.. I find myself feeling like this quite often in my house.. But I usually just replace that with silence.
I am beyond fucking tired of living in a house where I can sit on my bed to hear shit being talked about me downstairs. So much shit has been put on me and expected of me my entire life because of this fabulous female reproductive system I was born with and I'm pretty sure I reached my tipping point over a year ago.
I came home last night to find my mom doing my laundry. Normal for most people right? Well, for me, that was probably one of the most uncomfortable situations I've encountered in my house-- which says a lot considering where I live. My mom doesn't even come into my room to say goodnight, so the fact that she was in here cleaning it up was cause for suspicion.
So this morning I got ready for a family bar-b-q & left the house with no time to put away all of my freshly-done laundry. This evening, I heard my parents come home a few minutes after I did as I sat peacefully on the toilet handling business. I hear my mom down the hall, walking into my room and becoming quite upset at what she sees. She starts speaking to herself, seemingly, about how much of a lost cause her daughter is. She then proceeds to knock on the bathroom door as I sit there untroubled to ask me about my room. Her question exactly: "What's going on with you?"
Well--
There are many ways I could go about responding to that question. I could have chosen to give a thorough explanation on the progress of my bowel movements, I could have also gone into detail about what a lovely time I just had at the movies-- but judging from the tone of her voice and all of the other situational cues, I figured her question probably had something to do with the seemingly astonishing sight of my room, and I frankly didn't really give a fuck enough to respond.
Aside from the fact that I'm 22 years old and my laundry should really be of no one's concern, I've been in this situation enough times before to know that the rudeness perceived from my lack of response is probably not even close to the reaction I'd receive for verbalizing what I'm actually thinking.
But as always, I was pushed and poked until I reacted, and after the third time of hearing the same question, I finally responded with an inquiry of my own:
"What exactly would you like me to answer to that question?"
Really.. if we were going to make this a multiple choice question, what would the possible options be? Because aside from carrying a demeaning and confrontational connotation, I'm not quite sure what other purpose this question could serve.
And so here we are again, I'm the rude little out of control "child" who just can't get it together.
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