I Have Come To The Conclusion

July 5, 2009 9:19pm

That a woman loses her sense of humor around her early thirties, if she has had children before then. How do I know? Experience. Yes, I haven't visited my "anger-blog" as I call it, in a while since I figure out that I don't too much give a rat's behind, what people think of me when I catch my temper. Yes, if you haven't figured this out, I do have temper problems. However, I still will be writing in my blog since it is an effective way of letting out my frustrations concerning my parents out without getting in an argument. If we do get in an argument it's just to try and make it seem like I am the dumb inexperienced child who knows nothing. I plead my case, and they act as a backstabbing self-appointed psychiatrist. How do I know? They sent me to one. However, there's only one difference, they argue with me while I'm trying to explain my side of the argument. They interrupt every freakin' thing I say! Other than that though, they act just like the weird, slightly-scared, uninterested white woman that I went to that one time. Except I actually enjoyed talking to her. I was highly upset at them for making me go there however, I hid it well. But, I let out all of that pent up frustration on the shocked little white lady by talking her to death, and acting like the ignorant little black child people portrayed me to be. Ha!  I doubt she had a true assessment of me. It wasn't that I went off on her, I just started talking about all my friends, who I didn't like, and other things. I was as obnoxious and rude as the other black sixth graders I knew, but only for that moment. Anyway, back to my revelation.
My Ma came home like 10 minutes ago, and told me to go outside with her to wash my swim suit. Me, being sleepy, and obviously doing something, I responded with a playful "Grrrrrr!". It was a little growling sound, like one that a premature baby puppy would make. Not threatening at all! So this woman, being the ridiculous woman she is responded with "Okay, well we'll see who's going to be washing your clothes from now on" or something of that caliber. But what set me off was how she said it. She obviously had an attitude, and she gave me a look like I just told her to shove the swim suit up her butt or something. Which was exactly what I wanted to do at this point. I rolled my eyes like the snooty brat I am. I say this because I am, and it is she who made me like this. I have never washed clothes in my life. Does she not have a sense of humor? Did she think I was growling at her to be menacing? What the heck was wrong with her today??! Get on Myspace, or wash clothes? What would any normal teenager say? (Even though I'm far from normal) I growled I didn't curse at her! I didn't go "Up yours crazy lady!".
Everyone I know knows that I am dutifully counting the days until I leave the house, and start off on my own. And I plan to not ask my mother for anything when I do. I have my scholarship, and would sooner get put on welfare, and go to a homeless shelter than to live with my family past the age of 18. Therefore, October 25, 2011, I am leaving home. I am not asking for birthday presents, money loans, or a place to stay. I am working that out as we speak.

There are many things I am going to do once I hit the age of 18:
1. Get snake bites.
2. Get a tattoo.
3. Curse out my little sister.
4. Curse out my parents.
5. Get responsible, and serious about life.

And yes, I am extremely serious about number 4. I have a whole speech worked out, that I've been working on since I was 4 years old.