@thebuddhacel @stravinsky @this is hell
I mentioned this in a thread this afternoon and figured I would expand on it.
Because I used to run around naked a lot when I was a small child and did not learn how to wipe my ass until I was almost 12 (though it was mostly my dad wiping me), just about everybody in my family has seen me naked at some point in my 27 years on this planet. I guess because I was not 12x10 at a young age my mom knew I would be a dickcel. She was right.
About a month ago we were in her car when that song Little Willy from the 70s came on the radio. She laughed and said "They wrote this song about you!" I told her that she hurt my feelings and that it is cruel to joke about something like that. She pretty much just got mad at me for not being able to take a joke. No sincere apology.
Last week we were having some yard work done. I asked her if the workers would be in the yard outside my window. She said "Yes but don't worry. They won't be able to look in your window and see your little winky." I reminded her of what I had said previously and she tried to cover it up by saying "I mean your big winky. Your gigantic winky." That didn't make me feel any better.
I love my mother more than any person alive and am pretty much completely dependent on her. I know that I'm a failure of a human being in every way and probably a severe disappointment when compared to my Chad-lite brother. I think this is just her idea of a funny joke and she's not trying to be malicious, but this shit hurts bad.
I mentioned this in a thread this afternoon and figured I would expand on it.
Because I used to run around naked a lot when I was a small child and did not learn how to wipe my ass until I was almost 12 (though it was mostly my dad wiping me), just about everybody in my family has seen me naked at some point in my 27 years on this planet. I guess because I was not 12x10 at a young age my mom knew I would be a dickcel. She was right.
About a month ago we were in her car when that song Little Willy from the 70s came on the radio. She laughed and said "They wrote this song about you!" I told her that she hurt my feelings and that it is cruel to joke about something like that. She pretty much just got mad at me for not being able to take a joke. No sincere apology.
Last week we were having some yard work done. I asked her if the workers would be in the yard outside my window. She said "Yes but don't worry. They won't be able to look in your window and see your little winky." I reminded her of what I had said previously and she tried to cover it up by saying "I mean your big winky. Your gigantic winky." That didn't make me feel any better.
I love my mother more than any person alive and am pretty much completely dependent on her. I know that I'm a failure of a human being in every way and probably a severe disappointment when compared to my Chad-lite brother. I think this is just her idea of a funny joke and she's not trying to be malicious, but this shit hurts bad.
