Recently it has been very tense at my NEETcave as I snapped at my mother and called her a dumb bitch
Living around my mother is like walking on eggshells, she is mental and will snap over the smallest thing like leaving a cupboard door open or banging a draw shut too loud.
Past couple days I have been quite ill, naturally this lowers inhibition due to the mental and physical fatigue of fighting the disease off.
One day I sleep for a very long time, my mother comes in my room to check on me due to sleeping for so long which is unusual for me, she tries to gently talk to me which is fine, I just stayed there asleep as any sort of conversation would have been too exhausting and I presumed she would have gotten the memo as I mentioned last night how I felt like shit.
However she went ahead and decided to open the curtain to my room and roll open the window to let fresh air in while I was sleeping.
Needless to say this annoyed me very much, my mother is a massive control freak like this, and while getting some fresh air and sun is nice, it just wasnt an appropriate time at all and should have been left for later when I woke up properly, however I still decided to stay in my bed a little while longer and drew the covers over my face, I was more tired than annoyed.
To me this is already bad enough, if I were to disturb my mother like this while she was sick I would have been utterly crucified by her already but I did not get too mad about it since my bladder was really telling me to pee so I had to get up anyway
After peeing I feel like utter shit, I did not shower the night previously since my mother advised me not to so that I do not get sick.
Without a shower I feel like shit and I get really sweaty especially with a fever, my skin gets very oily and I can get back acne.
But it is also nearly 2pm and I have not eaten, I realise that to both make food, eat it and shower is too much both due to the time and my ill health
So I meekly walk into the kitchen, I could tell my mother was behaving a little erratic however I really needed a break so I decided I would try ask anyway
My exact words were "May you please make me a sandwich, I don't feel good"
Unfortunately this decision of mine ultimately ended up being a mistake
My mother snapped at me, I asked her so politely and meekly and she just completely SNAPPED at me, she started going on about how she does not have time, how she is stressed due to my siblings, she dumps on me how my sister threatened to kill herself.
In my time of need she just decided to do what she always does, she just used me to dump all her emotional baggage of the day on to me which is always really irritating and mentally taxing.
She then went on about how I do nothing and I have the time to do it myself.
Now I really didn't mind if she did not want to do it at all and was busy, that is fine.
But the fact that she just walked all over me and acted like a complete bitch pissed me off.
Now she is always like this, usually I have to control my emotions and remain calm and so on.
However I was sick, my inhibitions were lowered, and her actions today made me PISSED, first she disturbs my sleep, then treats me like shit and won't help me out.
So I don't remember exactly how as you do with these things, but I lost my temper, I told her it is incredible how she fucking somehow made a simple request about herself and by the end of it all we exchanged insults and I called her dumb, retarded and a bitch.
My simp bluepilled dad came in and immediately took her side and reprimanded me condemnig my poor language and frustration.
Between the illness, disturbed sleep and energy wasted getting heated, I could only manage to shower myself, I did not eat lunch that day and my only meal was dinner that day
Presently the tension continued when I woke up, I did not really give a shit though, I know my mother needs me talking to her more than I want to talk to her, I am actually happy to LDAR in peace with my computer while she purposefully ignores me and does not say a word to me.
She has continued to have an attitude to me throughout the day occasionally making snarky remarks, or saying rude things about me to my father, because she can and she is a petty bitch.
Whatever though, I was just LDARing
Until right now as I am typing this post at nighttime, she opens my room door ajar to disturb me, this annoyed me as I was in the middle of getting changed, and her reason to do this was very trivial and childish, she was asking me where a snack was that I had in my room, couldn't it wait?!
For context before me and my mother argued she purchased a snack for me that I love that only I eat, so I knew she wanted to force me to relinquish it, since everyone else in my family finds it disgusting. So it really annoyed me she wants to play her childish antics and open my door ajar while I am dressing.
I dress in my nightrobe which i love, as robes and jackets allow me to fraud my frameletism since I do not look like a genetic failure
And I go up to my mother with the snack, she orders me to place it near her on the couch, I ask her why since I knew she was just trying to childishly punish me, and she says something about being my mother so I just have to mindlessly obey her, because she knows there is no good reason to ask for a snack everyone else in the house detests.
I tell her I am not going to so she starts throwing a hissy fit complaining to my dad about me, now like a le sigma boss I open the snack packet and take one and enjoy it
I didnt choose the thug incel neet life, it simply chose me.
I did it intentionally as well since the snack is rather chewy, chewing on food relaxes you, as you could not eat in danger back in prehistoric times, so I kept my composure while my mother chimps out.
(retrospective thought on this action, skip brackets if you want to follow the story in order)
(looking at this in retrospect, how I intentionally used the snack to subdue my innate nature to want to lash out at her rudeness, really just highlights one of the little ways I am always autistically thinking of how I can keep her calm, I think of what word choice I should use, like for example the word "you" can feel very accusatory so the word "we" can help someone remain more calm, and it's ridiculous how I am constantly feeling like this in my head meanwhile my mother time and time again would never provide such due consideration to my own feelings and making me feel happy and having a pleasent conversation)
My dad decides to get involved, taking my mothers side of course since my dad is bluepilled and spineless, he starts explaining the concept of respect to me, as he feels it was actually me who was disrespectful to my mother, blatantly ignoring the fact I would not call my own mother a bitch for no reason of course.
Now this part that he says is important and relates to the title
He says that unless himself and my mother were literal junkie drug addicts that abused me, I really have to always be showing respect even if they treat me like dirt and emotionally dump everything on me all the time.
When he said that, it made me think of stuff I have seen users on here say which is very true.
Why for our parents, is the bar so low? As long as they did not physically abuse you and do drugs, then they have met the standard.
But as the child the standard is way opposite, if you are not succesful like your cousin, if maybe you don't have a job or a girlfriend, thats grounds for them to just treat you like dirt.
So I actually questioned my dad on this, I asked him why thats the case. I did not mention how the standards are high for me, but I asked him really are you going to compare yourself to a drug addict abuse parent, like that just makes you look bad if you have to start comparing your actions to the lowest of low.
This completely stumped my parents, my mothers response was to periodically interrupt me and my fathers conversation abruptly with occasional comments of needing to keep quite at night time, or the occasional comment of me being a jobless loser.
My fathers response was more of a double down and he basically just admitted to the double standard, he brought up his pisslamic book how the mother is of higher important than the father etc. he also said that you simply just need to always respect your parents, unless they are abusive drug addicts then he thinks its fine then for someone to be disrespectful to their parents.
Eventually since my father was being OWNED, by facts and logic, my mother does this thing where she will bring up something completely random and unrelated, roping my dad into a conversation and they both ignore me, she started randomly talking about a hiker that went missing in the woods.
She did this since she knew that I was completely 100% right of course.
Anyway then I just went back in to my room and wrote all this, thanks for reading
TLDR:
My father admits that the bar for parents and standards are really low, as long as they are not abusive drug addicts then they deserve the utmost respect, where as I need a job, friends, girlfriend to be worthy of respect
Tags: @BlackCel_from_ZA @Fat Link @Mecoja (rly like your avi btw) @DarkStarDown
Living around my mother is like walking on eggshells, she is mental and will snap over the smallest thing like leaving a cupboard door open or banging a draw shut too loud.
Past couple days I have been quite ill, naturally this lowers inhibition due to the mental and physical fatigue of fighting the disease off.
One day I sleep for a very long time, my mother comes in my room to check on me due to sleeping for so long which is unusual for me, she tries to gently talk to me which is fine, I just stayed there asleep as any sort of conversation would have been too exhausting and I presumed she would have gotten the memo as I mentioned last night how I felt like shit.
However she went ahead and decided to open the curtain to my room and roll open the window to let fresh air in while I was sleeping.
Needless to say this annoyed me very much, my mother is a massive control freak like this, and while getting some fresh air and sun is nice, it just wasnt an appropriate time at all and should have been left for later when I woke up properly, however I still decided to stay in my bed a little while longer and drew the covers over my face, I was more tired than annoyed.
To me this is already bad enough, if I were to disturb my mother like this while she was sick I would have been utterly crucified by her already but I did not get too mad about it since my bladder was really telling me to pee so I had to get up anyway
After peeing I feel like utter shit, I did not shower the night previously since my mother advised me not to so that I do not get sick.
Without a shower I feel like shit and I get really sweaty especially with a fever, my skin gets very oily and I can get back acne.
But it is also nearly 2pm and I have not eaten, I realise that to both make food, eat it and shower is too much both due to the time and my ill health
So I meekly walk into the kitchen, I could tell my mother was behaving a little erratic however I really needed a break so I decided I would try ask anyway
My exact words were "May you please make me a sandwich, I don't feel good"
Unfortunately this decision of mine ultimately ended up being a mistake
My mother snapped at me, I asked her so politely and meekly and she just completely SNAPPED at me, she started going on about how she does not have time, how she is stressed due to my siblings, she dumps on me how my sister threatened to kill herself.
In my time of need she just decided to do what she always does, she just used me to dump all her emotional baggage of the day on to me which is always really irritating and mentally taxing.
She then went on about how I do nothing and I have the time to do it myself.
Now I really didn't mind if she did not want to do it at all and was busy, that is fine.
But the fact that she just walked all over me and acted like a complete bitch pissed me off.
Now she is always like this, usually I have to control my emotions and remain calm and so on.
However I was sick, my inhibitions were lowered, and her actions today made me PISSED, first she disturbs my sleep, then treats me like shit and won't help me out.
So I don't remember exactly how as you do with these things, but I lost my temper, I told her it is incredible how she fucking somehow made a simple request about herself and by the end of it all we exchanged insults and I called her dumb, retarded and a bitch.
My simp bluepilled dad came in and immediately took her side and reprimanded me condemnig my poor language and frustration.
Between the illness, disturbed sleep and energy wasted getting heated, I could only manage to shower myself, I did not eat lunch that day and my only meal was dinner that day
Presently the tension continued when I woke up, I did not really give a shit though, I know my mother needs me talking to her more than I want to talk to her, I am actually happy to LDAR in peace with my computer while she purposefully ignores me and does not say a word to me.
She has continued to have an attitude to me throughout the day occasionally making snarky remarks, or saying rude things about me to my father, because she can and she is a petty bitch.
Whatever though, I was just LDARing
Until right now as I am typing this post at nighttime, she opens my room door ajar to disturb me, this annoyed me as I was in the middle of getting changed, and her reason to do this was very trivial and childish, she was asking me where a snack was that I had in my room, couldn't it wait?!
For context before me and my mother argued she purchased a snack for me that I love that only I eat, so I knew she wanted to force me to relinquish it, since everyone else in my family finds it disgusting. So it really annoyed me she wants to play her childish antics and open my door ajar while I am dressing.
I dress in my nightrobe which i love, as robes and jackets allow me to fraud my frameletism since I do not look like a genetic failure
And I go up to my mother with the snack, she orders me to place it near her on the couch, I ask her why since I knew she was just trying to childishly punish me, and she says something about being my mother so I just have to mindlessly obey her, because she knows there is no good reason to ask for a snack everyone else in the house detests.
I tell her I am not going to so she starts throwing a hissy fit complaining to my dad about me, now like a le sigma boss I open the snack packet and take one and enjoy it
I didnt choose the thug incel neet life, it simply chose me.
I did it intentionally as well since the snack is rather chewy, chewing on food relaxes you, as you could not eat in danger back in prehistoric times, so I kept my composure while my mother chimps out.
(retrospective thought on this action, skip brackets if you want to follow the story in order)
(looking at this in retrospect, how I intentionally used the snack to subdue my innate nature to want to lash out at her rudeness, really just highlights one of the little ways I am always autistically thinking of how I can keep her calm, I think of what word choice I should use, like for example the word "you" can feel very accusatory so the word "we" can help someone remain more calm, and it's ridiculous how I am constantly feeling like this in my head meanwhile my mother time and time again would never provide such due consideration to my own feelings and making me feel happy and having a pleasent conversation)
My dad decides to get involved, taking my mothers side of course since my dad is bluepilled and spineless, he starts explaining the concept of respect to me, as he feels it was actually me who was disrespectful to my mother, blatantly ignoring the fact I would not call my own mother a bitch for no reason of course.
Now this part that he says is important and relates to the title
He says that unless himself and my mother were literal junkie drug addicts that abused me, I really have to always be showing respect even if they treat me like dirt and emotionally dump everything on me all the time.
When he said that, it made me think of stuff I have seen users on here say which is very true.
Why for our parents, is the bar so low? As long as they did not physically abuse you and do drugs, then they have met the standard.
But as the child the standard is way opposite, if you are not succesful like your cousin, if maybe you don't have a job or a girlfriend, thats grounds for them to just treat you like dirt.
So I actually questioned my dad on this, I asked him why thats the case. I did not mention how the standards are high for me, but I asked him really are you going to compare yourself to a drug addict abuse parent, like that just makes you look bad if you have to start comparing your actions to the lowest of low.
This completely stumped my parents, my mothers response was to periodically interrupt me and my fathers conversation abruptly with occasional comments of needing to keep quite at night time, or the occasional comment of me being a jobless loser.
My fathers response was more of a double down and he basically just admitted to the double standard, he brought up his pisslamic book how the mother is of higher important than the father etc. he also said that you simply just need to always respect your parents, unless they are abusive drug addicts then he thinks its fine then for someone to be disrespectful to their parents.
Eventually since my father was being OWNED, by facts and logic, my mother does this thing where she will bring up something completely random and unrelated, roping my dad into a conversation and they both ignore me, she started randomly talking about a hiker that went missing in the woods.
She did this since she knew that I was completely 100% right of course.
Anyway then I just went back in to my room and wrote all this, thanks for reading
TLDR:
My father admits that the bar for parents and standards are really low, as long as they are not abusive drug addicts then they deserve the utmost respect, where as I need a job, friends, girlfriend to be worthy of respect
Tags: @BlackCel_from_ZA @Fat Link @Mecoja (rly like your avi btw) @DarkStarDown
