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Feb. 5th, 2012 06:34 amWell, Mom and Dad have managed to recover their lost photographs, as Mom had told me last night at the gym.
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So far, ever since Brian explained people's bitterness as they age as a result of their health manifesting in their emotions, I had been feeling better and able to not think about negative stuff. However, there are things I am still not going to put up with, and one such thing happened just last night when we got inside the car to go to the gym.
What happened, was that Mom asked Dad what some smell was that was starting to fill up the car (probably him from spraypainting earlier in the day), and he jokingly told her it was me. In response, I raised my foot at him and told him to watch it, before settling back down. During the ride to the gym, I began to think that maybe I should have just actually kicked him in the arm instead of warning him for the nth time, given how many times he has teased me before against my will (and this kind in particular once only months ago), each which I responded with nothing more than an insult or a threat.
Soon as he started parking, I unbuckled my seatbelt and moved over behind him, but failed to decide how to attack him (not that one way or another would have riled him up any less than another) before he asked me if I was still mad (or something like that, can't remember exactly). I told him that one of these days, I am actually gonna punch him, and there will be no warning. Mom, who was on her cell phone with Brian, then gave Dad her phone and ordered me out of the car, and started reprimanding me. I wasn't the least bit intimidated, but didn't have any words to lash back with, until she asked me how I'd like it if Dad begrudged me for losing him all his photos. I would actually have understood that perfectly, though I didn't tell her that. I did say, though, that I simply made a mistake by cutting and pasting our files, and promised not to do it again. Mom said that Dad made a mistake by saying something about me, but I told her that it wasn't because he's teased me time and time again, even though he knows I don't like it (and he even told me at least once to toughen up). (With anyone else, I would have simply asked them to stop, and avoided them if they continued such behavior.) She continued to rebuke me, before we both got in the car. Dad then had a few words with me, and he and Mom both considered driving me back home. A bit of discussion later, he asked me whether I was gonna act like a man or a dick, and I told him that he can drive me back home if he sees fit to. He said that he just wants to have his workout for tonight and for me to have mine as well, even though just minutes prior, he and Mom were asking me if they should just drive me back home.
We went inside, I went to use the men's room, and Dad said to hurry on back. I took my time going there, and then decided I was too agitated to bother doing anything. Went up to them and said "See you outside", and then Dad ordered me on one of the elliptical machines. I argued with him a little bit, and then got on. Don't know why I complied with him, when I should have simply walked back outside without saying anything in an attempt not to make a scene, in which case he would've just said the hell with it and continued his own routine. Not to mention that he has the balls to dare think that I was just looking for an excuse to weasel my way out of tonight's workout, when 1) that's not something I do with anything, and 2) he's the one who started it in the first place, and it should have been obvious how pissed off I really was about something that he had himself to blame for. Good, though, that at least I did manage to put him in a bad mood in the first place for what he said about me.
(Let me say one thing: If someone pisses me off in any way, the last thing I intend to do is simply suck it up. That's exactly what I used to do when Mrs. Bandows was with me, and I don't exactly respect myself for it. Dad pisses me off during dinner, I leave the table and refuse to come back and eat. He pisses me off under any other circumstances, he can expect a cold shoulder, and I don't bother doing any chores for him until he apologizes, unless it's anything urgent. That one time when Dad lectured me about my Cultural Psychology midterm was the reason I ejected his and Mom's DVD that they were watching, and then sat out of my China class for that week the following day. And if any future employer pisses me off, I will damn well leave work mid-day, even if it costs me my job.)
So anyway, I got back off the machine, and then Dad got Mom's attention, and Mom asked me to go on one of the treadmills instead. I did, but didn't bother striving for an actual workout. Simply had it at a rather minimal speed and inclination, and only completed 17 minutes out of the usual 20. While I was on, Mom told me that Dad didn't want to be the butt of the joke, and I could have responded with "har har". (Er, yeah. He could have taken the blame for his own body odor, instead of blaming me for it, and that's exactly what I would have done if I were stinking the car up. He simply told me I need a shower during our second day at Virginia the other month, and I took it well because I really did need one and because he said it much more plainly. Also, the whole point of acting the way I do when he teases me is specifically to ruin his mood, which laughing it off or making a joke back obviously wouldn't have accomplished.)
Well, least he himself did apologize after the warm-up session, before showing me some more kinds of machines available and how they work.
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Unrelated, Kencir has the honor of giving me my 100th llama badge on DeviantArt, raising me to Super Albino level. (And she currently has exactly 1,111 llama badges as of right now, her latest one being from Shadoweddancer.)
http://kencir.deviantart.com/
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So far, ever since Brian explained people's bitterness as they age as a result of their health manifesting in their emotions, I had been feeling better and able to not think about negative stuff. However, there are things I am still not going to put up with, and one such thing happened just last night when we got inside the car to go to the gym.
What happened, was that Mom asked Dad what some smell was that was starting to fill up the car (probably him from spraypainting earlier in the day), and he jokingly told her it was me. In response, I raised my foot at him and told him to watch it, before settling back down. During the ride to the gym, I began to think that maybe I should have just actually kicked him in the arm instead of warning him for the nth time, given how many times he has teased me before against my will (and this kind in particular once only months ago), each which I responded with nothing more than an insult or a threat.
Soon as he started parking, I unbuckled my seatbelt and moved over behind him, but failed to decide how to attack him (not that one way or another would have riled him up any less than another) before he asked me if I was still mad (or something like that, can't remember exactly). I told him that one of these days, I am actually gonna punch him, and there will be no warning. Mom, who was on her cell phone with Brian, then gave Dad her phone and ordered me out of the car, and started reprimanding me. I wasn't the least bit intimidated, but didn't have any words to lash back with, until she asked me how I'd like it if Dad begrudged me for losing him all his photos. I would actually have understood that perfectly, though I didn't tell her that. I did say, though, that I simply made a mistake by cutting and pasting our files, and promised not to do it again. Mom said that Dad made a mistake by saying something about me, but I told her that it wasn't because he's teased me time and time again, even though he knows I don't like it (and he even told me at least once to toughen up). (With anyone else, I would have simply asked them to stop, and avoided them if they continued such behavior.) She continued to rebuke me, before we both got in the car. Dad then had a few words with me, and he and Mom both considered driving me back home. A bit of discussion later, he asked me whether I was gonna act like a man or a dick, and I told him that he can drive me back home if he sees fit to. He said that he just wants to have his workout for tonight and for me to have mine as well, even though just minutes prior, he and Mom were asking me if they should just drive me back home.
We went inside, I went to use the men's room, and Dad said to hurry on back. I took my time going there, and then decided I was too agitated to bother doing anything. Went up to them and said "See you outside", and then Dad ordered me on one of the elliptical machines. I argued with him a little bit, and then got on. Don't know why I complied with him, when I should have simply walked back outside without saying anything in an attempt not to make a scene, in which case he would've just said the hell with it and continued his own routine. Not to mention that he has the balls to dare think that I was just looking for an excuse to weasel my way out of tonight's workout, when 1) that's not something I do with anything, and 2) he's the one who started it in the first place, and it should have been obvious how pissed off I really was about something that he had himself to blame for. Good, though, that at least I did manage to put him in a bad mood in the first place for what he said about me.
(Let me say one thing: If someone pisses me off in any way, the last thing I intend to do is simply suck it up. That's exactly what I used to do when Mrs. Bandows was with me, and I don't exactly respect myself for it. Dad pisses me off during dinner, I leave the table and refuse to come back and eat. He pisses me off under any other circumstances, he can expect a cold shoulder, and I don't bother doing any chores for him until he apologizes, unless it's anything urgent. That one time when Dad lectured me about my Cultural Psychology midterm was the reason I ejected his and Mom's DVD that they were watching, and then sat out of my China class for that week the following day. And if any future employer pisses me off, I will damn well leave work mid-day, even if it costs me my job.)
So anyway, I got back off the machine, and then Dad got Mom's attention, and Mom asked me to go on one of the treadmills instead. I did, but didn't bother striving for an actual workout. Simply had it at a rather minimal speed and inclination, and only completed 17 minutes out of the usual 20. While I was on, Mom told me that Dad didn't want to be the butt of the joke, and I could have responded with "har har". (Er, yeah. He could have taken the blame for his own body odor, instead of blaming me for it, and that's exactly what I would have done if I were stinking the car up. He simply told me I need a shower during our second day at Virginia the other month, and I took it well because I really did need one and because he said it much more plainly. Also, the whole point of acting the way I do when he teases me is specifically to ruin his mood, which laughing it off or making a joke back obviously wouldn't have accomplished.)
Well, least he himself did apologize after the warm-up session, before showing me some more kinds of machines available and how they work.
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Unrelated, Kencir has the honor of giving me my 100th llama badge on DeviantArt, raising me to Super Albino level. (And she currently has exactly 1,111 llama badges as of right now, her latest one being from Shadoweddancer.)
http://kencir.deviantart.com/