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My mom has been more than a little touchy lately, snapping at me with little-to-no provocation and throwing unexpected nasty insults at me, inspiring me to hold imagined conversations in my mind. In these conversations, I retaliate to her accusations that I don't do enough around the house with, "What, parenting your teenager isn't 'doing' anything?" I remind her that, while my boyfriend might not have a job, at least he's not a drunkard idiot that calls me a cunt and sheds mass quantities of dead skin and empty beer bottles all over the house. I am witty, and not at all shocked into silence by her comments, and for once I stand up for myself.
It's just too bad that I am continually plagued with l'espirit d'escalier; when I walk away I have plenty to say, all of it valid, biting, sharp, and solid, but when I'm standing there being yelled at, I can think of nothing but the easiest way to remove myself from the situation. I freeze when confronted by an argument that I do not initiate and am not expecting.
Unfailingly, when my mother attacks me in such a manner, I am the one who ends up apologizing, making amends. She will not compromise. She will not be the first to budge. This gets old, as I've been taking the fall for everything since my early teens. Don't get me wrong; I know I'm not without fault, but I shouldn't be expected to back down every time she gets drunk and decides to pick a fight with me because something little has been bugging her and she's ignored it. Of course, everyone knows that if you ignore something that's irritating you, it gets bigger and bigger until you can't take it anymore, not matter how petty and small the issue was when it started out. My mother is infamous for this.
**iBook UPDATE**
After the highly disappointing receipt of the first power cord purchased on eBay, I found one that is listed as a G3 iBook adapter and looks like mine. The first one looked like mine except that the part you plug into the side of the computer was a different color and had a little notch on it to lock it into place when you're not using it. This second one is the same color and does not have the notch. According to the photos anyway.
I purchased it with money I don't really have, but I think I would go nuts if I had to live without my computer for the next several months.
The seller has left some interesting feedback for other buyers, calling a number of people 's!ut's. I am determined to not get on his bad side, and will send the payment with a delivery confirmation. I'm not interested in being verbally abused in the feedback forums of eBay by a Chinese Texan.
If there is any luck in this world, it will be the right part, and I will have it in a week or so. Cross your fingers for me, pretty please?
And, on a final note (last but certainly not least), thanks to everyone for sharing their stories and concern regarding my little crash in my sister's car. It's good to know I'm not the only person that ever did something stupid in a car!
