Rant/Complain Thread: u mad?

[Hong]

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Having the Orbweaver connected was messing up my PC because it kept reading it as a gamepad, resulting in obnoxious dialogue boxes and inputs not being read (because they were grabbing the Orbweaver first, even while it was not being used). Sometimes the game or program (I use it for graphic design and animation) won't even tell me this. Normally resolving tech problems leaves me feeling good, but I can't help but feel like I had to cut off my arm to rid myself of the cancer.

Anyways, Razer is aware of this and will fix it eventually.

Edit - Also, I try to eat slowly if I can help it. In general I like to take life easy, though if I am in the middle of a project or I want to get something done I will destroy my food pretty quickly.

[PLA]

^ Sometimes I eat until it's time for another meal. But that's mostly while I'm reading.

[Hong]

Somewhere during the process of getting my gamepad to work, my entire computer is now considered a removable device. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[PLA]

^ I wonder what happens if you remove it from it.

[Drathi]

So, I just proved myself somewhat right as to why I never let myself do anything without help. First off, my dad moved everything in the basement, so when my light burned out I did not know where it was. He says, "Look in the white cabinet." When he said singular, I thought it was the big white file cabinet in the center of the basement. Then I looked in the others and did not find them. I come back up and say I could not find them.

My mom then got upset when he pretty much looked at me like I was an idiot. She helped me and she couldn't find them either. So, then my dad gets up and finds them for us--they were in the drawers that were part of the cabinet--my mother and I don't think "drawers=cabinet." That's where things went differently. I just wanted to change my light bulb, but my room was dark (storm outside). So, I had to use a flashlight. The thing is that you need to unscrew the porcelain cover of my fan to change the light. So, I asked my mom if she'd just hold the flashlight for me.

Instead, she continued yelling at my dad and blaming him for why all my siblings (and apparently me) treat her like shit. She starts saying that my dad is arrogant, because all the kids kiss his ass. The reason we "revere" and "kiss his ass" is because our mother TOLD US. I have enough reason from my own experience to do so as well. He and I just don't see eye-to-eye often. My mother is all, "MY WORST DECISION WAS QUITTING MY JOB. WHO'S GOING TO HIRE A 57 YEAR OLD? KOHLS?"

If you guys followed my previous rants about school, I think I've mentioned my mother went to medical school and pretty much graduated almost at the top of her class, if not the top. I can understand where she's coming from, but don't say that in my presence. I know it's not my fault, but I do feel a little guilty. My mom was comparing herself to a flea and the a flea on a flea (I had to cover my mouth, when I had to suppress a giggle from that the thought of fleas having fleas) and my dad as this person on a huge pedestal.

So, I sit there waiting for them to stop, but it seemed to be dragging on. So, I decided to just do things myself. My parents don't give me enough credit; I know how to do things. I just mess up so much I don't have faith in myself doing them. So, I grab a flashlight and get a screwdriver to begin unscrewing things. My hands were full, so I could not exactly be holding onto the cover all the time. I knew there were 3 screws, so I figured I'd put down the flashlight for the last one. Only, it wasn't screwed in, to begin with, so the cover fell and shattered on the ground.

I go out to get the dust bin and my sister is treating me like an idiot and acting like I don't know how to clean up glass. I start cleaning up and I see my mother and explain. Then she gets mad at me, because I'm 21 and can't fix a light bulb.

Oh, yeah, rub it in that I'm the epitome of the joke of "How many X does it take to screw in a light bulb?" My hands were fucking full and a screw was already loose. My dad understood what happened at least, but I hate it when my parents fight. Then my mother is just on the war path and everyone on it gets a piece of her mind. She's not even mad about the initial thing anymore.

What's worse is I have to watch my own temper, because children aren't allowed to be frustrated with things their parents say. Children are supposed to blindly follow what people tell them. That's what it feels like they want.

[Drathi]

It's totally different when it's your parents. It's even worse, if it's your own mother. If it's not apparent, I'm a huge mama's boy. xP

My dad explained to me what was wrong with my method of fixing the light--it would have fallen regardless. The problem was I did not need a screwdriver. My mother said I was stupid for how I handled it. When you see a screw, your first instinct is to get a screwdriver isn't it? How was I supposed to know I could have used my fingers? If I had known that, I wouldn't even need a flashlight. XP

[Maxine MagicFox]

Drathi:

I have to laugh. Not because it's funny, but because you and your situation sounds so much like my own family dynamic + me that it's funny because I can SO relate.

This is something that has happened in my household - and I'm the same way. I cannot STAND the thought of my parents or anyone being angry. My sisters actually accuse me of being too nosy: when I hear my mom or someone else shouting in the room I cannot resist the urge to see what's going on. Which annoys everyone in the house because I then try to jump in and mediate and/or fix the problem in some way and sadly 9 out of 10 times.... I make it worse.

"Stay out of it, Marie." or "Shut up, Marie" or "Leave the room, Marie" are now three very popular sayings in my home when an argument starts.

T-T

And just try it when instead of your mom comparing herself to a flea she's screaming things like "You guys treat me like your personal maid!" or "I wish I were never born" ... which these things scare the hell out of me knowing my mom is manic depressant.

My dad... the arrogant military (retired Navy) type. He can't do something for someone else without making you feel like shit for not being able to do it yourself ^_^; Which I've learned how to get back at him in subtle ways. (For example: my dad can tear apart a computer and fix it without breaking a sweat, but DO NOT ask him to operate software - ESPECIALLY the Internet. :3 I love Googling things for him XD I tease him no end. The fact that I'm a web developer is just bonus material.)

I can see the fixture having happened to me.

I also don't think that your father or family truly looks down on you in any way. In your parents eyes: you're still their little baby. Sometimes its hard for them to realize that you have grown up. And yeah: it's hard for them to cope with the idea that you are a living, breathing human being with your own opinions and that you want to voice them.

There's nothing better for earning a little respect than a good messy argument. A family blowout might just be in order. It won't be pretty and it will probably take some weeks of cooling off time, but it's always caused my parents to sit back and remember the fact that I AM grown up.

... I'm 29 and they still do this, Drathi. Take a deep breathe. They are your family and they love you. Sometimes you just bump heads is all. I think it's God's programming that parents do frustrating things to upset the kids so that the kids will want to move out of the house and start their own lives. Haha.

[Reynard-Miri]

Did I ever mention the time I stepped out of a moving car because I was not going to let my father control the terms of the argument any longer? Heh.

[Drathi]

@Maxine: Yeah, I can't stand people being angry either. I contemplated intervening, but then all it'd do is get them both yelling at me. If there's one thing I know, a child can never win against their parents combined. It doesn't help that if I argued anything about work or something I don't know how to do, they blame it on lack of life experience.

As for them still seeing me as their baby, I doubt it. Honestly, when my mom goes on about this "final copy, and "prototype" joke regarding my younger brother and I, respectively, it does get a bit annoying. At least, just keep the joke within the family. I'm already the invisible child, or the child everyone forgets is there. I take the joke in stride, solely because it'd not be right to make a scene in front of company.

[zamisk]

I warned my parents I was moving out months ago, all it brought was ridicule. Now that it's setting in my mom is trying to guilt me into staying with tears and stuff. On the other had though, giving little warning makes it look like you weren't planning and made a snap decision which reflects poorly. Either way it sounds like you need to get out of there when you realistically can though.

[Drathi]

Cold and unsupportive isn't the word. Suffocating might be more like it. They don't let me take things at my own pace.

[Reynard-Miri]

Good luck, Zamisk. If you can manage to pull off living independently, it's one of the best feelings in the world.

[PLA]

Sometimes, I'm cautious enough to hold back my laughter when people are fighting. Sometimes, I can't see the point in trying.

For a couple of years, at least, I was motivated to keep pyrrhic victories and spiteful selfdestruction at a minimum, but it's not the default.
A long line of stubborn people, maternally and paternally.

[Cottontofu]

I already took my decision about universities, I don't wanna hear "Paris is more prestigious" anymore ;_;

[Reynard-Miri]

You go to college for two things.

1) Learning.
2) Getting a job.

Prestige is not the most important thing for either.