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Feb. 17th, 2006 08:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shamanicshayminI come home, expecting what was pretty much a hard week to be over.
But noooooooo. Mom has to be all "OMG WE'RE GONNA WATCH ANOTHER MOVIE" yet AGAIN. Go figure, I tell her no. Again, and again, and again, and AGAIN. I mean NO. "Oh, what if I make you clean the entire kitchen? Will you feel tired enough to watch a movie, then?" Um, exsqeeze me?
Seriously, I am SICK of her asking to watch movies with me. When I say no, I mean NO. She bugs me over and over again to watch HER movies, but whenever I ask to see a movie, my parents will be, "Oh, okay! We'll go see that! :D" but go completely ignore me until days (weeks later), when the last thing on my mind is spending time in front of a television set to waste away three hours, when my parents barge in and are, "OMG WE'RE GONNA SEE _______, AND WE'RE GOING NOW!!1" I don't have a choice, and even when I try to schedule movie times, it gets completely blown off or "interrupted" (Or "Oh noes, I have to work!" by the time the exact date nears), making times completely predicatable again and my afternoon ruined because I'm dreading my Mom coming into the room and dragging me to the couch.
Allow me to get one thing straight: I hate watching movies with my family. Just hate it, hate it, hate it. One: I need LOTS of space. Guess what? At movie time, I absolutely crammed up--it gets worse when everyone's there (Five of us) and I need to stretch my legs and have room to think, and... I feel trapped and closed in, and it irritates me. No, I can't sit where I want--Dad and Mom get first dibs on seats, and closest I can get is sharing. (Yeah, sharing does me a LOT of good. *rolls eyes*) So go figure, I'm left with the sucky spots, on a chair I don't like or stuck being at far left at an angle where the TV screen isn't exactly Theater*Perfect. In even worse cases, I'm sitting here waiting for the pain to get over with, and Mom and Dad aren't even ready and take five hours before they finally settle and we watch the stupid DVD. Especially Dad. All this before the movie effing starts. (The situation is better at theaters, where there's no waiting and *GASP* I get to sit someplace else and have more freedom, and be able to see the screen in a specific way. Unless of course, Mom's all "Noooooooooo Giselle, stay with the familiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiy!")
Dad doesn't stop talking, but at least he quiets down when Mom shushes him. And oh boy, it still sucks. Other than me slumping/shifting about in my seat 'cause I'm either tense or bored, now's when I get super embarrassed. You know that moment when a part shows up in a comedy and you're laughing and laughing at this one part, only to look around and notice the audience staring & blinking at you, 'cause they didn't think it was all that funny? Yeah, that. Tragedies are even worse: your entire family looks at you because you're sobbing and well... the whole neighorhood can hear ya. Then they're trying to talk to you later, and... GUH. Or else, another family member is crying, be it audibly or softly. I still don't want to get five feet of him/her. And of course, I pray and pray there's no sex in what we're watching, or much sexual humor. 'Cause damn, the last thing you want is knowing that your parents are right beside you. Let's say it's... jarring, and makes me feel that much deader. Oh yeah, and it's SO lovely when during a dramatic/hysterical/intense-part-that-requires-silence, my brother randomly steps out of his room with Cartoon Network or whatever blaring, and he's all "OMG HEE HEE HEE DRAKE & JOSH JUST FAHBJKTHJKTW PAJAMA HA HA HA 'OH MY GOD DON'T DO THAT' HA HA--" "Beau, please be quiet, we're watching a movie." "GRRRRR! BUT BEAU'S TRYING TELL DRAKE & JOSH JUST FAHBJKTHJKTW PAJAMA--" "Please stop! We're trying to watch a movie--!" "AAAAAAAAUUUUGH! *WHINEWHINEWHINE*" Me: *thinking* Right, and you're ohhhhhhhh so much more important. Thank you SO much for killing the moment. The movie's moment/impact/emotion is as good as shriveled & dead and's become meaningless, all thanks to a jarring interruption by My Dear Brother.
By the time the whole thing's over, I feel free. So effing free. Too bad that nowadays, movies feel so long for me.
I've told my parents, over and over--watching movies with my family makes me uncomfortable. But do they listen? Nuh uh, they want to cling to whatever chance they have to talk to me before I frolick to college. Oh, whoop-dee-doo. Somehow, I really hate the idea of being forced and pushed and pushed and PUSHED just to watch a stupid movie after all the problems I've described above, and well... not much talk goes on after the movie after that, really. Wow, so much for interaction. Let me see if I can get my parents to agree with me on a board game for a millionth time, but no, they're "too busy". Yet, not so busy enough to pressure me about film when it's the last thing I want to do and I oh, want to recover and do what I want after a long, hard weekend of Inner*Angst, turmoil and misery. They can't seem to take a hint when I say I'm "uncomfortable" with something, "I don't feel like it", or hell, just saying no. "Yes you do." Um, I know what I'm saying and I've made it clear repetitive amounts of times.
Gods, if Saturday is just going to be this on-and-off-angst-and-cheer day too, I wish this week, or heck, February in general, would hurry the fuck up and get itself over with already.
But noooooooo. Mom has to be all "OMG WE'RE GONNA WATCH ANOTHER MOVIE" yet AGAIN. Go figure, I tell her no. Again, and again, and again, and AGAIN. I mean NO. "Oh, what if I make you clean the entire kitchen? Will you feel tired enough to watch a movie, then?" Um, exsqeeze me?
Seriously, I am SICK of her asking to watch movies with me. When I say no, I mean NO. She bugs me over and over again to watch HER movies, but whenever I ask to see a movie, my parents will be, "Oh, okay! We'll go see that! :D" but go completely ignore me until days (weeks later), when the last thing on my mind is spending time in front of a television set to waste away three hours, when my parents barge in and are, "OMG WE'RE GONNA SEE _______, AND WE'RE GOING NOW!!1" I don't have a choice, and even when I try to schedule movie times, it gets completely blown off or "interrupted" (Or "Oh noes, I have to work!" by the time the exact date nears), making times completely predicatable again and my afternoon ruined because I'm dreading my Mom coming into the room and dragging me to the couch.
Allow me to get one thing straight: I hate watching movies with my family. Just hate it, hate it, hate it. One: I need LOTS of space. Guess what? At movie time, I absolutely crammed up--it gets worse when everyone's there (Five of us) and I need to stretch my legs and have room to think, and... I feel trapped and closed in, and it irritates me. No, I can't sit where I want--Dad and Mom get first dibs on seats, and closest I can get is sharing. (Yeah, sharing does me a LOT of good. *rolls eyes*) So go figure, I'm left with the sucky spots, on a chair I don't like or stuck being at far left at an angle where the TV screen isn't exactly Theater*Perfect. In even worse cases, I'm sitting here waiting for the pain to get over with, and Mom and Dad aren't even ready and take five hours before they finally settle and we watch the stupid DVD. Especially Dad. All this before the movie effing starts. (The situation is better at theaters, where there's no waiting and *GASP* I get to sit someplace else and have more freedom, and be able to see the screen in a specific way. Unless of course, Mom's all "Noooooooooo Giselle, stay with the familiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiy!")
Dad doesn't stop talking, but at least he quiets down when Mom shushes him. And oh boy, it still sucks. Other than me slumping/shifting about in my seat 'cause I'm either tense or bored, now's when I get super embarrassed. You know that moment when a part shows up in a comedy and you're laughing and laughing at this one part, only to look around and notice the audience staring & blinking at you, 'cause they didn't think it was all that funny? Yeah, that. Tragedies are even worse: your entire family looks at you because you're sobbing and well... the whole neighorhood can hear ya. Then they're trying to talk to you later, and... GUH. Or else, another family member is crying, be it audibly or softly. I still don't want to get five feet of him/her. And of course, I pray and pray there's no sex in what we're watching, or much sexual humor. 'Cause damn, the last thing you want is knowing that your parents are right beside you. Let's say it's... jarring, and makes me feel that much deader. Oh yeah, and it's SO lovely when during a dramatic/hysterical/intense-part-that-requires-silence, my brother randomly steps out of his room with Cartoon Network or whatever blaring, and he's all "OMG HEE HEE HEE DRAKE & JOSH JUST FAHBJKTHJKTW PAJAMA HA HA HA 'OH MY GOD DON'T DO THAT' HA HA--" "Beau, please be quiet, we're watching a movie." "GRRRRR! BUT BEAU'S TRYING TELL DRAKE & JOSH JUST FAHBJKTHJKTW PAJAMA--" "Please stop! We're trying to watch a movie--!" "AAAAAAAAUUUUGH! *WHINEWHINEWHINE*" Me: *thinking* Right, and you're ohhhhhhhh so much more important. Thank you SO much for killing the moment. The movie's moment/impact/emotion is as good as shriveled & dead and's become meaningless, all thanks to a jarring interruption by My Dear Brother.
By the time the whole thing's over, I feel free. So effing free. Too bad that nowadays, movies feel so long for me.
I've told my parents, over and over--watching movies with my family makes me uncomfortable. But do they listen? Nuh uh, they want to cling to whatever chance they have to talk to me before I frolick to college. Oh, whoop-dee-doo. Somehow, I really hate the idea of being forced and pushed and pushed and PUSHED just to watch a stupid movie after all the problems I've described above, and well... not much talk goes on after the movie after that, really. Wow, so much for interaction. Let me see if I can get my parents to agree with me on a board game for a millionth time, but no, they're "too busy". Yet, not so busy enough to pressure me about film when it's the last thing I want to do and I oh, want to recover and do what I want after a long, hard weekend of Inner*Angst, turmoil and misery. They can't seem to take a hint when I say I'm "uncomfortable" with something, "I don't feel like it", or hell, just saying no. "Yes you do." Um, I know what I'm saying and I've made it clear repetitive amounts of times.
Gods, if Saturday is just going to be this on-and-off-angst-and-cheer day too, I wish this week, or heck, February in general, would hurry the fuck up and get itself over with already.
