Federal Bereau Of Instigation
My mum talks to me as if like I'm a pot-crazy hippie. She was asking me for the 10th time this month to teach her how to use the internet when my Dad, bro and I have taught her like 5 over times. It just drives me nuts when she forgets I've taught her and then blame me for being selfish. She doesn't blame my brother or my Dad. But everything is me, my fault. So I'm the bad guy in the family to her. It pisses me off cause she doesn't take time to know me and the stuff I do and just immediately pass her judgements that I'm useless and selfish. And I try hard to change her judgement, like I do some chores, and I tell her some stuff that's happening in my life, and I help her look after my brother, but the ONLY way I can appease her is to stay at home everyday, and do housework and tutor my brother and read tonnes of books. Which, is inevitably, asking me to become a nerdy teenage girl, and I can't do that.
Wait till my brother is my age and he has his own friends and his own stayovers and stuff. Then she'll see my point that I'm not the bad guy, just the son she has to let grow up.
That's why I always say I really wanna talk to her when we're in heaven. I'd like to sit down with her for hours and hours, and as long as eternity lasts and talk about stuff that happened in our lives we never get to talk about now. Cause I have this idea that everyone becomes their true good selves when their up there. Right now, she's suffered too much neural turmoil over the years to really become who she used to be.
I'll take my chances.