Thursday, June 29, 2006
Me 2
When Aunty Rosy comes, she demands first priority. Everything, and therefore by default, everyone else is expected to be scheduled around and about her.I've been in pain the entire day. My tummy's bloated, my mood sucks, I get these cramps... and while I'm at it, my feet hurt and the weather is so freaking, unbearably hot!
I expect to be pampered. Heck! I'm quite sure explicitly said so!
Logically speaking, this is rather emotionally immature of her. After all, as an adult, and an aunty no less, she should be in charge of her own life and by extension, her own emotions.
*throws trump card*
You're not reading my mind. You don't love me anymore.
*cries*
Moreover, one should always realize that in any form of interpersonal relationships, there ought to be mutual respect, tolerance and compromise. By demanding that people pander to her whims and moods, Aunty Rosy might be getting her own way, but in the long run, she is perpetuating a cycle of emotional immaturity.
My other friends are so much nicer to me.
I don't wanna friend you anymore!
Go away!
Habitual or patterned behavior is encouraged by repetition. In the case of Aunty Rosy, her unreasonable stipulations might be attributed to reinforced childhood stimuli. But whatever the case, there needs to be a point where the adult takes responsibility of his/her own choices.
I therefore suggest that Aunty Rosy puts an end to festering sores before they become rotting stumps that necessitates amputation.
I'm to go to my room?!
I don't want to be punished.
I don't care if it's for my own good.
It's your fault in the first place!
Ok, fine. I'll go to my room and I won't ever come down again.
And one day, when my friend asks me to stay-over, I won't ever come home again...
This is too frustrating.
I give up.
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12:26 AM
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