Makyo in My Mind
hallucinations of the unconscious eye
The half-forgotten
Other half of my short life
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Tuesday, November 25, 2003
 
Fighting On and On
2-23-2000

My mom was on the phone and got a call on the other line. It was a wrong number or something, but she gave me the phone anyway. It was a girl, and we got to talking, just like a normal conversation. But my mom was still sitting there the entire time. At one point I closed the door in my mom's face for some more privacy. Eventually call waiting kicked in. The girl said she'd just go and call me later.

Then my mom comes in and totally starts yelling me, demanding to know why anything I say should be kept private from her. I explain that it's nothing new, that I did it all the time when I talked to P over Christmas. Some guy enters the room, but she keeps yelling...and yelling...getting down on me for every little thing that's 'wrong' with me, my personality, my friends, the things I do, etc. And everything she brings up just infuriates me, and she even tries to slap me in the face for mouthing back at her, justifying myself. More people come into the room, a passive audience, like it's a party and we're ruining it. I eventually offend some people who leave, but most stay. The fighting just goes on and on and on.




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