Also, discovered once again that wet roads are slippery. It was pouring rain as I was leaving campus, and as I was turning the corner, going no more than about 15 miles per hour (and probably more like 10), I slightly tapped the curb, and the car bounced off the curb and slid across halfway into the next lane. Yikes. I saw the aftermath of three accidents in the ten miles or so on the way home.
'Touched'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Glad you're back home, Drew.
Yay for Drew@Home!
Hil, scary! Glad you got home safe.
WooHoo, Drew! Happy mending at home.
Honestly, I am so tired of my mother calling me and asking me for advice or what I think and then not fucking listening. I wish that she would stop wasting my time. We've been talking about this for 20 minutes, she asks me what I think, and then tries to tell me I'm wrong. It's extremely annoying.
ugh, Vortex. Is there some other way to approach the problem?
Can she play, "what's the best/worst that could happen?"?
We've been talking about this for 20 minutes, she asks me what I think, and then tries to tell me I'm wrong.
When she asks you what you think, you should say, "I think you should hunt wabbits. Because it's wabbit season."
Of course, she might tell you, "It's duck season!" but that would probably be a more fun argument to have.
Oh, Vortex, I see our moms our friends!
Mine, even though I told her thousands of times before what I like/that we have different taste, she'll ask for my opinion/buy things for me, and expect me to wear/hang them on my walls/like them. I wish it would end there. She gives me stuff I have no use for, and when I try to say that "yes, it's nice and I appreciate it, but I really got nothing to do with it", she cuts me with "yes yes, never mind, I'm sure you'll find something to do with it".
About 3 full drawers of stuff implies "not". So mostly, I just nod and smile and shut up. I know she means well, and I know that nothing I'll say will work.
This is also love. Frustrating, but I know I can't change her and that it's important to her, God knows why.
ugh, Vortex. Is there some other way to approach the problem?
Get rid of all of my phones?
She's always been like this, but my dad took the brunt of it, I think. He knew how to do the nod and smile. I try, but she doesn't go for it.
About 3 full drawers of stuff implies "not". So mostly, I just nod and smile and shut up. I know she means well, and I know that nothing I'll say will work.
Freecycle has been a godsend for that kind of shit. I don't know if you have it in Israel, though.