When I'm at work, I do this weird thing in my head. I think of songs and then translate them into German for the hell of it. It's something to do while rolling silver, cleaning dishes, and sweeping.
Wir tanzten und sangen den ganzen Nachmittag... or is it Wir tanzten und sangen alles Nachmittag? We danced and sang all afternoon... That's why I love German. It makes a lot of sense when you compare it to English. Und regen gewaschen Probleme weg... And rain washed troubles away. Wow, I remember a lot for not having class since sophomore year! I remember the words, it's just conjugating the verbs that I forget sometimes. Can has trip to Germany now?
Ha ha, this morning was hilarious. I come downstairs to eat at nine thirty like normal. I open the fridge and decide on the vodka sauce I ate last night. So I throw the pasta and sauce in a bowl, nuke it, and pull it out to let it cool off. Then mom walks in and throws a fit because SHE didn't make it for me and that dad apparently told her she was making it wrong last night. So because she was so defeated last night, she took it out on me this morning. And apparently I don't let her do anything for me, which is all she wants to do in life... Well I don't need a slave. And I don't need help. I'm not five, and I can make my own food and wash my own clothes. What parent honestly looks at their adult child and says "I'm crying because you wouldn't let me make you lunch"?
Like shit... I didn't know that me living my life was crushing her world so much. I'm sorry that I'm acting like a mature, independent adult? If you want to baby someone, go baby your grandkids in Philly. I just can't do anything right! She claims we treat her like a maid, which is hilarious given that laundry takes days to get started, she also leaves dishes out, and hires maids to clean the house for her while she lays around every single day just watching Oprah and Dr. Oz. Oh sorry, she works two or three days a week. And then after that she comes home so sore, so exhausted, so mentally beat! Oh what's that? You still want to cry over the fact that I made my own breakfast and didn't ask you to do it for me? You're still gonna cry because I didn't wake you up when I got home at 11:30 PM to make me dinner, even though you left everything out on the stove?!
No wonder I have problems. Anxiety, eh... More like, she's batshit crazy. She can't make up her mind. One day she wants a divorce, and the next she wants to work things out. That's her problem, and I don't want anything to do with it. I've got bigger and better things to focus on right now. Bahhhh. Back to listening to Phantom of the Opera. Oh Christine, you're gonna marry HIM?!
xx Think Of It, A Secret Engagement, Look, Your Future Bride Marz
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