some Thursday Banshee...
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lavandarlizard2...and a bit of... 'stuff'. >_> Skip the 'rant' if you have perfect children...
I am a parent, but my son is an adult now, so I'm not up on the latest trends in parenting. What the fuck is with people letting their kids run absolutely rampant in stores, malls, etc? Has the word "NO!" become obsolete? Seriously, is 'feral' the new 'civilized'? O_O
I spent a few minutes standing in a register line this morning while a couple of 3-4 year-olds screamed their fucking heads off and utterly trashed the impulse-buy pegs and the candy rack. And mommy-dumbass just smiled down at them. Her precious little snowflakes. >_< Do you suppose she'll be 'shocked! shocked, I tell you!' when the little shits grow up to jack cars, knife old people and send stockholders to the poorhouse? ^_O
I just want to take them out and drown them. I hate other people's children. =p And I hate parents who refuse to discipline their damn kids.
“Oh yeah. You don’t suppose this is some kiddy lesson in vampire herding, do you? To get me the vampire merit badge without any effort? Because if he’s being all over-protective again…”
Inazuma blinked at me. “You know, sometimes you make even less sense than the Humans.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Ah, Duo! You are the most do-it-yourself creature I’ve ever met!” He sprawled back against the loveseat. “You are so determined to be competent all on your own!”
“Shouldn’t I be? Don’t you get annoyed when the others follow you around like you’re made of spun sugar?” He blinked at me. Again.
“Um… At the risk of a volcanic event… they’ve never micromanaged me the way they do you.”
“WHAT?!” And here I was, cutting the rest of the office a break because I was still “the new kid”. So they *were* treating me differently! Fucking hell! I went from thoughtfully annoyed to furious in a microsecond.
“Sap damn it! I *knew* there was more to this!” I bounced out of my chair, yarn and hooks going everywhere, and began to pace. “I’m not helpless!” I raged. “I don’t need a damn babysitter or ‘special’ situations designed just for me, dammit!”
I said a lot more than that, but memory fails me. I just know I came up for air and a breath of sanity when I realized that Zuma was cautiously waving a white flag and looking like he might be porting out of the “Banshee zone” at any moment.
“What?” I grumbled. Certainly wasn’t his fault that everyone was over-pampering me.
“Um… Not to change the subject… since I really did think that you’d already realized how careful they are of you… but someone is at your door.”
I blinked at him. Then I heard the tentative ‘tap-tap-tap’ing on my hall door. Oh, fucking double-dandy; someone outside with a front row seat to my latest meltdown. Fantastic. I arranged my expression into something marginally pleasant, and opened the door.
“Hi Duo. My minder had to check in, but it’s boring waiting for her, so I thought I’d come and say hello.”
Farquahar.
Behind me, Zuma hissed, “Demon!” and welded himself to my elbow in full Elfish protective mode.
Ah shit…
I am a parent, but my son is an adult now, so I'm not up on the latest trends in parenting. What the fuck is with people letting their kids run absolutely rampant in stores, malls, etc? Has the word "NO!" become obsolete? Seriously, is 'feral' the new 'civilized'? O_O
I spent a few minutes standing in a register line this morning while a couple of 3-4 year-olds screamed their fucking heads off and utterly trashed the impulse-buy pegs and the candy rack. And mommy-dumbass just smiled down at them. Her precious little snowflakes. >_< Do you suppose she'll be 'shocked! shocked, I tell you!' when the little shits grow up to jack cars, knife old people and send stockholders to the poorhouse? ^_O
I just want to take them out and drown them. I hate other people's children. =p And I hate parents who refuse to discipline their damn kids.
“Oh yeah. You don’t suppose this is some kiddy lesson in vampire herding, do you? To get me the vampire merit badge without any effort? Because if he’s being all over-protective again…”
Inazuma blinked at me. “You know, sometimes you make even less sense than the Humans.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Ah, Duo! You are the most do-it-yourself creature I’ve ever met!” He sprawled back against the loveseat. “You are so determined to be competent all on your own!”
“Shouldn’t I be? Don’t you get annoyed when the others follow you around like you’re made of spun sugar?” He blinked at me. Again.
“Um… At the risk of a volcanic event… they’ve never micromanaged me the way they do you.”
“WHAT?!” And here I was, cutting the rest of the office a break because I was still “the new kid”. So they *were* treating me differently! Fucking hell! I went from thoughtfully annoyed to furious in a microsecond.
“Sap damn it! I *knew* there was more to this!” I bounced out of my chair, yarn and hooks going everywhere, and began to pace. “I’m not helpless!” I raged. “I don’t need a damn babysitter or ‘special’ situations designed just for me, dammit!”
I said a lot more than that, but memory fails me. I just know I came up for air and a breath of sanity when I realized that Zuma was cautiously waving a white flag and looking like he might be porting out of the “Banshee zone” at any moment.
“What?” I grumbled. Certainly wasn’t his fault that everyone was over-pampering me.
“Um… Not to change the subject… since I really did think that you’d already realized how careful they are of you… but someone is at your door.”
I blinked at him. Then I heard the tentative ‘tap-tap-tap’ing on my hall door. Oh, fucking double-dandy; someone outside with a front row seat to my latest meltdown. Fantastic. I arranged my expression into something marginally pleasant, and opened the door.
“Hi Duo. My minder had to check in, but it’s boring waiting for her, so I thought I’d come and say hello.”
Farquahar.
Behind me, Zuma hissed, “Demon!” and welded himself to my elbow in full Elfish protective mode.
Ah shit…
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Date: 2009-05-29 03:37 am (UTC)Adults were always, Miss, Mrs or Mr. And on the rare occasion that I was given permission to call one of them by a first name, it was always prefaced by 'Aunt' or 'Uncle'. Simply as another sign of respect.
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Date: 2009-05-31 03:55 pm (UTC)