God damn, what a train wreck we have here.
Is that supposed to be a statement or question? I'll have you know I'm 5'11" and I think a little less than 6".
I didn't know they could stack shit that high.
To think all the things I do for my mother. I buy her a stereo. I do home repairs around the house because she doesn't know the difference between a hammer and a screwdriver. I program the VCR because she doesn't know what button on the remote is the menu button. I put up christmas decorations. I do all the "man" things. I even shoveled 5 inches of snow today with no thanks.
Given that you're 24 years old and living with your mother, you
should be doing stuff commensurate to your supposed manliness. While being thanked is nice, there's also an expectation there, an assumed responsibility to the household that you should feel a need to fulfill.
Today she's been complaining about everything. Her income, even though she could get a much better job with her nursing degree, instead of cutting hair like she does now. The fact I have no job and still live with her, even though I'd be out of here like a straight guy in a fag bar if I had money. Because I left a light on in her bedroom. Because I didn't do a chore today. Because I tried to recycle a peanut butter jar when she wanted it tossed. Because she wanted something thrown away outside when I was in long johns and a tshirt.
Here's where my ire hits redline. Firstly, it's her house and therefore her perogative to bitch and complain as she sees fit. And if she's happier cutting hair than being a nurse (which is one of the biggest pain-in-the-ass jobs one can have, between shitty scheduling/shifts, working among sick people, dealing with asshole patients, family members, doctors, etc.), who are you to say she should do differently? Sure, encourage her to do better if income means more to her than stress, but don't forget that you're the son. Just because you might have a pair of balls between your legs and a little age on you doesn't make you the fount of sage advice for her. Know your role!
And what's this shit about your not having a job with no money and living on mom after griping about all you do for her without thanks? The fact that you're allowed to bunk there should be more than enough thank yous. If not turning out the lights pisses her off, try to remember to do it...powet is cheap but not free. If there are things needing done, why haven't you done them? It's neither unreasonable nor indecipherable as to why she might be P.O.'ed here. Most men take out the fucking trash when it needs to be gone, just so you know. Come on, like
Clara Peller put it, where's the beef? Learn to deal with it.
I must be insane.
No, I'M insane for bothering to type any of this.
