The Brief

me and my mom. every time we fight, hell’s open. i just don’t get it. i have been living with my mom for 21 years but she still doesn’t understand my psychological determinations. she should have known how easily i react to small things, more often in a violent way, and do necessary actions to stay away from me when this inclinations are highly-tangible.

so, here’s the list of things, acts, environments, just to say “anything under the sun” that pisses me off. this will aid those who know me, or would like to know me expect.

1. i hate it when my mom tinkers with my things. i know, even the slight turn of my book, the almost invisible change of angle of my cellphone, God, when will parents ever learn that we have our own domain.

2. i hate it when my mom scolds me when i buy something that she is not aware, or when i buy clothes because she thinks i have a too much clothes already. Mom, if i have more than 30 sets of clothes, i wouldn’t have a hard time re-shuffling my clothes.

3.  i hate it when my mom tries to say things in a different way. i would appreciate mom if you would speak direct to the point rather than take a different slant.

4. i hate it when my mom exaggerates things or statements.

5. i hate it when my mom tries to be the center of the topic. she is an attention-magnet.

6. i hate it when my mom ask me to clean up my bed. Mom, nobody sleep in my bed other than me. so, the hell i care if i sleep in my cluttered-messy bed.

7. i hate it when my mom always assert her authoritative position. Mom, this is a democratic country, i can freely express my opinion, whether distorted, maligned or perverted…hehehe….

8. i hate it when my mom turns thrifty. hindi bagay sa kanya.

9. i hate it when my mom is overwhelmed with emotions. she cries like a river.

10. i hate it when mom is not around, or my mom is not in the house when i go home because i just love her food, when she is in pain because i can barely resist giving her a massage, or when she is broke because i have no choice but to lend her my dime, or when she is sad because I don’t want to see her sad, or when she is mad because I don’t want her to break her blood vessels.

hehehehe….i still love my mom. what makes you mad makes you appreciate her more. Right?