How do you….
How do you tell someone to f*** off? That they’re invading your space. As nice as it is to have them visit, it’s about time they left.
It’s more difficult to say when it’s your mom. My mother is visiting. Flew in from Singapore on Wednesday last week. Been staying at my place since then. As nice as it was to see my mom again, it wasn’t pleasant to have her around at my place. Sure she brought me gifts [new phone with TV-viewing capabilities (kinda overkill for a phone feature), t-shirts, jumper, underwear (??), solar panel charger, watercolours (which I asked for... kinda expensive over here)]…. however it doesn’t quite make up for her starring, her blonde questions, her vagueness as to her plans here, and her babytalk to my dog and to me!!
Having being used to living on my own, doing things on my own… it’s difficult having to handle another person around. Someone who seems to want to invade into every crevice of my life. Who is somewhat determined to treat me like a 10 year old (or younger), is as vague as the blondest of blondes (no offense) out there, asks stupid questions, complains all the time ( “it’s so hot”, “she (my landlady aka flatmate) should do this and that “), and stares… and I do mean stare. It’s a rude stare. Here’s an example, I was sitting on my front steps, reading, enjoying the sun. She plops herself down on the seat beside me (invasion of space of sorts). My dog, Bess, was about to go over to say hello my neighbour and her young kids. I called Bess back. My mom then decided to wrap her arms around Bess and holding on tight, and… STARE at my neighbour and her kids like she’s never seen a person before. Which annoyed me to a great extent. I retorted why the hell is she staring, and went into my room.
I suppose I should try and relax. Perhaps analyze what it is that causes me to react in such a way. Perhaps I feel that my privacy and independence is being threatened. Personal space violated (although that seems to be a rather extreme word to be using…). Perhaps now I have the ability and maturity to look at my mother and see her flaws. See her as a person and not just a mother.
Perhaps… perhaps… perhaps…. maybe I should just do it….
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