On Parents

Oh I am livid.

Well, I don't know if livid will cover my anger right now.

And it's odd that I'm spilling my guts to a screen, but nowadays, who can you turn to to listen without receiving response? Just a listening ear is all I need. Funny that technology is the one thing that provides us mere mortals with an outlet.

Anyways...

the endearing thing about them is the one thing that also interferes with your comfort with them. That being their concern. Like I said, it's endearing that when you tell them something, their response is entirely derived from their concern for your well being.

But at the same time,

when you complain about something, sometimes all you want is a listening ear, someone to sympathize, and if ever you want that, your parents should be your last resort.

The only response you get is the ever-so-patronizing "Do-this" and in a twist of things, everything becomes your fault. Even the inevitable or the unexpected.

And then that sympathy? No, It becomes scolding.

Case in point,

today I was complaining about some random piercing pain right behind my shoulder, to my mother of course. Usually, if I need an ear, I don't turn to her knowing full well what I will receive, but in this occasion, and in present circumstance, she's the one I can talk to. It would be a horrible imposition to call my friends and complain about a backache. Whatever.

I just whined about it, and then she interrupts me to tell me that it's because of my posture. Then she tells me I slouch whenever I work, and for this reason I will grow old with a hunch back. And then it becomes a lecture.

1. If it were a posture problem, it would ache in my lower back.

2. I was sitting looking at recipes, not on my laptop as she assumes.

3. My posture has survived my slouching for 19 almost 20 years, I'm sure this one pain is spontaneous.

4. I know full well the consequences of my actions.

Is it too much to ask for someone to talk with? Is it too much to ask for a little sympathy?

Maybe.