*slams head into wall, as it is both less painful and less repetetive*

[holli]

So there's a raging thunderstorm brewing, and the lights are starting to flicker. I'm on my laptop, conducting a watch-and-post on #dcu of the movie I'm watching. (Mask of the Phantasm won out. Thoughts on that to follow.) And my mom, who has this thing where she thinks anything that runs on electricity will either short-circuit or horribly electrocute its user during a thunderstorm, tells me to turn off my computer before the storm starts. My laptop computer. With wireless internet. Which was not, at that moment, plugged into anything. Take a moment to think about that.

Argh. You know, this would be a hilarious story, if I were an entirely different person. And my parents were, too.

So I say, well, no, I don't need to turn off my computer, because it's not plugged into anything. And she say, no, turn it off, because you're watching a movie anyway and you don't need it on. And I say, actually, I'm talking to someone at the moment and, as mentioned, my computer has no wires attached to it. And like all arguments I have with either of my parents, it ceased to actually be *about* my computer roughly thirty seconds in, and became about my refusal to Do What I'm Told. Because I'm Questioning Their Authority, or something. And just like evey other time I've been in this situation, my entire fucking life, I knew that if I made any attempt to stand my ground and, you know, not give in even though I'm right, there would shortly be an epic screaming match with *both* my parents. So I said screw it, shut off my fucking computer, and sat there stewing for the rest of the movie, thinking, thanks, Mom. Way to ruin Batman.

And the thing is, as far as my parents are concerned? I'm still in the wrong here, and any atempt to try to talk it out again later will result in another, even more epic screaming match. This is why I need to move the fuck out of here, and stop beating my head against a goddamn brick wall.

Comments

[hecubot.livejournal.com]

It is clear you are a CraxyRebel on the path to No Good and perhaps Evil or possibly Wanton CrackWhoredom. Unless your parents save you from yourself and your WiFi ways. To this end, they will replace your laptop with a clay tablet and a stylus, which you will have to hide in the oven whenever it rains.

[flyingtapes.livejournal.com]

Oh, honey. You need an apartment like whoa. Same situation, or at least similar; get out of there if you can, at all.

[tvsadam.livejournal.com]

I love you so much you kindred spirit you.

-TV's