what part of "unless the house is burning down, DO NOT bother me!!!" do you not undertand?!?!
It has now come to the point in the Walters' household that in order to get a decent hours rest with only one or two knocks on the door, one must place an 8"x11" sign reading "BUZZ OFF!" on the outside of one's door. Every time I hear someone come up the stairs, my mind starts racing with anxiety knowing that there is an 85-90% chance that my mom or dad(especially) will knock on my bedroom door wanting my attention for some bullshit reason. In my mind I think "WTF dad? I'm a grown ass man. stop following me around the house, dammit!" I mentioned for the first time tonight that I wanted to go to FSU or UCF next year, to which they were not pleased. The first thing out of my mom's mouth was "but you can only get better at home." I thought "haha..hahaha." I just didn't have the heart to tell her that they both were a good portion of the problem. uuuuuuhhhhh I'm loosing it, I'm loosing it
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Not gonna lie, my parents (mom, specifically) have been driving me crazy lately.
She wants me to go to some "Celebrate Recovery" group and won't let up about it, and I'm wondering... Whyyyy? What exactly am I recovering from? Do I have a secret addiction unbeknownst to me?
She always thinks people have some hidden issue, or that there's a hidden-yet-obvious cure for things (eat honey to cure diabetes), or b.s. like that.
Oops, sorry for the rant.
tirade accepted:)
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