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It’s 9am.  I actually got a good night’s sleep last night.  I woke up at one point and had trouble getting back to sleep, but I got there, which I was very happy about.  I was rather looking forward to actually getting a decent 8 hours sleep.

Of course, this didn’t happen.  Half an hour ago my mother burst into my room, yelling and screaming about how I had to get up “RIGHT NOW.”  I thought there was an emergency or someone had died or something tragic.  This is how the conversation went.

Jayne:  “What’s happened??”
Mum:  “Your brother and the phone company are on the phone and want to speak to you NOW.”
Jayne:  “Wait, what? What’s the time?”
Mum:  “LATE! 8:30!”
Jayne:  “How is that late?”
Mum:  “They thought you would be up at 6am looking for a job!” <Still yelling>

I think to myself, “What the hell? What do you mean THEY thought I would be up at 6am looking for a job?  Nowhere is even open until 9am or 10am,” but of course I didn’t say it for fear she’d fly into a rage.  The conversation continued.

Jayne:  “Okay, I’m getting up.”
Mum:  “Right NOW!”
Jayne:  “Yes, right now.” <As I’m getting up>
Mum:  “Hurry! Get up NOW!”

I’m just thinking, “Go awaaay.”

She continued to yell at me as I got out of bed and went up the stairs.  I didn’t have time to stretch and my muscles were still killing me from dancing the other night, so I was half limping, half asleep and very grumpy.

I got on the phone and tried my best to sound lively.  My brother and the lady on the other end greet me cheerfully and apologise for waking me up.  I tell them it’s okay.  I’m just glad to hear the voices of people who don’t want to rip my head off.

In the background mum continues to yell; something about young people mooching off their parents and how terrible it is.  I wasn’t listening.

Right now she’s either upstairs stomping around or outside my room banging things to keep me awake.  Seriously, you’d think she was a 5 year old sibling.

I feel the desperate urge to escape and cry my heart out, but I’m just so tired.  Thank goodness I made plans to go away this weekend or I’d go insane.  When she demands I do things, it doesn’t matter how I’m feeling or what I’m doing, I’m expected to drop everything and serve her, and you know what?  I do.  A lot of people tell me to stand up for myself, etc. but it just doesn’t work that way.  She’s the mother and I’ve been raised to think that the parents are always right, even when they’re wrong.

My Dad is more humble.  He’s not too proud to admit when he’s wrong, and neither am I.

Moral of the story is:  Respect your children and they will respect you.  I give in to my mother’s demands, but I hate it.  When I have children, if I ask them to do something, I want them to do it because they want to and not because they feel forced to (when they are adults, I mean).  Don’t take your anger out on them just because they’re there.

Now it’s nearly 10am and I’m hungry and very sleepy.

I’m going to think about whether I should eat breakfast or go back to bed for a while.

<3 DarkSlinky.

Emos.  The creatures that try to be deep but are lucky to reach a level that can be considered shallow.  Everyone knows of the classic emo-style; black fringe, bleached patches, black clothes, skinny jeans, high-top converses, excessive eyeliner, etc. These traits are always depicted in an emo-style photo; above camera angle (often to show off cleavage) taken in a bathroom.  Sigh, can’t you just feeeel the darkness??

They are the mirelurks that find happiness depressing and avoid it as though their life depends on it, because happy people don’t receive sympathy every day.  Of course their life doesn’t really depend on it, I mean, if they actually died, they would receive attention from everyone but wouldn’t be there to enjoy it!  Although, enjoying things makes them depressed, but being depressed makes them happy… but happiness depresses them too… Oh dear.  I think we have a problem.

You very rarely see emos at universities.  They mostly work at Hungry Jacks (known as Burger King in some places), travel in flocks of bitterness and whinge, whinge, whinge, whinge, whinge.  If they don’t have something to whinge about, then they’ll whinge about that.

If you ever come across an emo RUN for the sake of your sanity.  Their presence has the same effect as dementors from Harry Potter.

I have here a fresh example of the sort of things emos have to say.

The background story to this is that every time I send Mr. X a message on Facebook, his girlfriend, Ms. Emo has to fire a rude remark at me, most often shooting herself in the foot.  Mr. X does not like this sort of conflict and deleted most of the conversations we had.  This one I managed to salvage ver batim.

Mr. X: Can’t everyone just get along?????
Ms. Emo: not when its with someone who thinks she’s better then everyone. But isn’t
Ms. Stranger: Getting along is boring Mr. X! and stop deleting stuff off your wall, i’m not a facebook fiend like you so I miss all the good bits
Ms. Slinky: Hahahahaha.  Couldn’t agree with you more Ms. Stranger.. all my witty comments have gone to waste.
Ms. Stranger: I know right! I was so keen to read them. I’m sure there’ll be a next time lol
Ms. Emo: witty comments? Your dumb as dog s***.
Ms. Stranger: well that’s witty…..lol
Ms. Emo: i don’t need to be witty. I’m not someone who thinks i’m the best around. When i’m obvs not.
Ms. Stranger: Well thats good at least you can accept your faults
Ms. Slinky: Hmm. I really want to comment saying, “Funny that. I happen to be studying psychology at university. Last time I checked, dumb people can’t get into university,” but all of my defences are to be left up to our dear Mr. X.   I tell you what, if you have any proof of my lack of intelligence, I will be more than happy to accept it, and I will even go so far as to offer you my sincerest apology Ms. Emo.
Mr. X: all of you play nice!
Ms. Slinky: I am playing nice.  I’m offering dear Ms. Emo the chance to actually prove all of the remarks she has made about me. Not once have I made offensive remarks about her.  So who, then, has acted with valour?

Emos – who needs them?

<3 DarkSlinky.