I like my girlfriend's mom. I really do. In small, measured doses I like her even more. I'm on day three now (she's visiting), however, and it's really starting to get to me.
Admittedly, I have a low tolerance and a streak of sarcasm that don't really mix well. I can only take so much. And it's not even anything that would annoy me in isolation. It's just the constant *helpfulness*. I don't need someone to offer me my own chair f ive times in a half hour. I don't need someone to point out items on a restaurant menu for me. I can read, after all. And I absolutely can't stand when people (other than my girlfriend) try to give me food from off of their plate. It's nothing personal. I just don't want anyone else's food, you know?
Ugh. Anyway, the good news is I get to see David Bowie again tonight. The bad news is that the girlfriend's mom is coming with us.
Admittedly, I have a low tolerance and a streak of sarcasm that don't really mix well. I can only take so much. And it's not even anything that would annoy me in isolation. It's just the constant *helpfulness*. I don't need someone to offer me my own chair f ive times in a half hour. I don't need someone to point out items on a restaurant menu for me. I can read, after all. And I absolutely can't stand when people (other than my girlfriend) try to give me food from off of their plate. It's nothing personal. I just don't want anyone else's food, you know?
Ugh. Anyway, the good news is I get to see David Bowie again tonight. The bad news is that the girlfriend's mom is coming with us.
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Yes, extra helpfulness sucks. You can't...really be mean in return, or you can, but then you're an "asshole." Mlah.