Okay, queue set-up, about to go to bed and then off to view prospective college accommodation tomorrow/Wednesday. Hope it works, hope you all like nice art and pictures of abandoned buildings or whatever.
Also okay apparently the night before going to see accommodation = me getting shouted at by my mother, again. We both made mistakes, but apparently I’m the only one who would acknowledge it, and mam wouldn’t actually pay attention to me when I tried to tell her what I’d like her to do for the next time so that much the same thing doesn’t happen again. Because of course the fact that she didn’t pass on info in the way that I previously asked her to (at least twice) is somehow my fault because I don’t get up at 8am in the morning.
And the fact that I had NEVER EVEN SEEN the listings for 4 of the 6 places arranged for viewing? Also my fault for not engaging with the process of what my mam was doing. When I was bloody well sending her emails with the details of the places I thought looked viable all along. And then mam flips out because “everything she was doing was wrong” when all she had to do was send me an email or come to speak with me about it when I was actually working on this stuff as opposed to eating dinner or whatever. I actually told her previously that naming places meant nothing to me, I had to see the web pages and pictures, but noooo.
And then my dad comes in when mam gets upset and goes “YEAH IT’S ALL BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T GET UP EARLIER”. My sleeping/waking patterns are not the goddamn problem here. It’s a communication problem. 60% of which could have been averted if mam had taken my requests on board procedure-wise. /screams into a bag
Like, I definitely did do/not do shit that I shouldn’t/should have, but apparently when I make constructive comments aimed at averting similar situations in the future it’s just not fucking worth listening to. Unless it’s IT problems, neither of my parents seem to ever actually listen to what I ask/say. I’m the one who has to change my behaviour every time. Which I have gotten sick of doing!! WOW guess why I have occasional bouts of extreme intractability, it might be because I am sick of things being a one-way frikin’ street. Ugh.