CupOfCoffee
May 19, 2006, 03:43 PM
I think I have a mental echo. Or not so much an echo as a trench that I'm too short to climb out of, but only fall into in certain situations. That probably makes no sense, but I'll explain.
This is mostly a problem around my parents. I've lived with them all my life and will continue to do so until August (when I'll go off to college three hours away). I'm not sure why I'm only a jerk around them, but it really makes me angry/sad, because they're my parents. I have always strived to be a tolerable, if not good son. I don't drink or smoke or come home in the backs of police cars, I don't fight with them or badmouth them to my friends, or basically do anything that would make them cry with their hands over their faces. Whenever I feel the urge to explode at either my mum or dad, I remember that I'm that kid they made together. I think about how they would feel and suddenly that urge to blow up goes away, and I feel like a douche for even having considered it. However...
Somehow the clogged explosion pipe diverts all that negative energy into the snippiness pipe, which I fear is even worse. At least with periodic explosions, I would have a normal (albeit possibly more disheartening in the moment) anger vent that they would understand. With snippiness, I just come across as an overall jerk.
Take today for instance. My best friend, as some may know, is a girl named Kristi. We have had, to put it cornily, a whirlwind friendship. We got to know each other very well and very fast, and seldom has a day gone by where we haven't done something interesting together. We've gone over dating and all that jazz and mutually decided that remaining just friends is the best way to go, and that's that in my book.
My mom, however, just doesn't get this. At all. And I mean, I can sort of see it from her point of view. When is Jack ever going to just have a nice girlfriend? Why aren't Jack and Kristi dating yet? If I were a mom and my son were like me, I would probably think the same things. Even with this empathetic knowledge bouncing around my brain, I still freak out and get unreasonably angry whenever she innocently brings up the subject of romance.
I was playing some game on the upstairs TV (because it's 42 inches big and plasma!) just now, and she yelled from the kitchen, "Hey, is Kristi home from school yet?"
Me, instantly tensing up: "Yes."
Mom, innocently: "Oh, has she been over here since she got back?"
Me, blood pressure rising even as I try to fight it back: "No."
Mom: "You should invite her over!"
Me: "She's allergic to cats."
Mom: "I know, but maybe she could come over for just a little while."
Me, thinking it may be the end of the conversation: "Yeah, maybe."
Mom, with this note of mischief in her voice: "You should ask her out on a date!"
Me, jaw clenched: "NO!"
Mom: "So you don't want to see her?"
Me, trying my best to remain calm and not mean sounding: "Damnit mom, I do want to see her. And I will. We will hang out in the very, very near future. But it will not be a date."
Mom, now becoming slightly defensive: "I didn't mean a date date. And don't get so mad, we're just talking!"
Me, madly: "No, you're not just talking. You're patronizing. Just... leave all this alone, okay?"
Mom: "Fine."
Then there was awkward silence.
Was my mom being entirely unreasonable in asking where my best friend is? Of course not, but in my twisted perception, it comes across as a cardinal sin. Somehow it feels akin to me walking into her room when she's asleep and yelling, "HEY MOM, HOW ARE THOSE CRAMPS TREATING YOU?" I wish there was better communication between us, but... well... I'm just not that good at talking to my parental units. What a drag.
Thanks to anyone who read all this nonsense, by the way!
This is mostly a problem around my parents. I've lived with them all my life and will continue to do so until August (when I'll go off to college three hours away). I'm not sure why I'm only a jerk around them, but it really makes me angry/sad, because they're my parents. I have always strived to be a tolerable, if not good son. I don't drink or smoke or come home in the backs of police cars, I don't fight with them or badmouth them to my friends, or basically do anything that would make them cry with their hands over their faces. Whenever I feel the urge to explode at either my mum or dad, I remember that I'm that kid they made together. I think about how they would feel and suddenly that urge to blow up goes away, and I feel like a douche for even having considered it. However...
Somehow the clogged explosion pipe diverts all that negative energy into the snippiness pipe, which I fear is even worse. At least with periodic explosions, I would have a normal (albeit possibly more disheartening in the moment) anger vent that they would understand. With snippiness, I just come across as an overall jerk.
Take today for instance. My best friend, as some may know, is a girl named Kristi. We have had, to put it cornily, a whirlwind friendship. We got to know each other very well and very fast, and seldom has a day gone by where we haven't done something interesting together. We've gone over dating and all that jazz and mutually decided that remaining just friends is the best way to go, and that's that in my book.
My mom, however, just doesn't get this. At all. And I mean, I can sort of see it from her point of view. When is Jack ever going to just have a nice girlfriend? Why aren't Jack and Kristi dating yet? If I were a mom and my son were like me, I would probably think the same things. Even with this empathetic knowledge bouncing around my brain, I still freak out and get unreasonably angry whenever she innocently brings up the subject of romance.
I was playing some game on the upstairs TV (because it's 42 inches big and plasma!) just now, and she yelled from the kitchen, "Hey, is Kristi home from school yet?"
Me, instantly tensing up: "Yes."
Mom, innocently: "Oh, has she been over here since she got back?"
Me, blood pressure rising even as I try to fight it back: "No."
Mom: "You should invite her over!"
Me: "She's allergic to cats."
Mom: "I know, but maybe she could come over for just a little while."
Me, thinking it may be the end of the conversation: "Yeah, maybe."
Mom, with this note of mischief in her voice: "You should ask her out on a date!"
Me, jaw clenched: "NO!"
Mom: "So you don't want to see her?"
Me, trying my best to remain calm and not mean sounding: "Damnit mom, I do want to see her. And I will. We will hang out in the very, very near future. But it will not be a date."
Mom, now becoming slightly defensive: "I didn't mean a date date. And don't get so mad, we're just talking!"
Me, madly: "No, you're not just talking. You're patronizing. Just... leave all this alone, okay?"
Mom: "Fine."
Then there was awkward silence.
Was my mom being entirely unreasonable in asking where my best friend is? Of course not, but in my twisted perception, it comes across as a cardinal sin. Somehow it feels akin to me walking into her room when she's asleep and yelling, "HEY MOM, HOW ARE THOSE CRAMPS TREATING YOU?" I wish there was better communication between us, but... well... I'm just not that good at talking to my parental units. What a drag.
Thanks to anyone who read all this nonsense, by the way!