10 Reasons I Hate Watching Movies With My Mother
Ten cardinal rules of movie watching. La Llorona and my brother break all of them. Every. Single. Time. Consider this a formal documentation of the damage.
I Am Not the Favorite Child
I poured myself a cup of coffee this morning, after being woken up by my mother, I needed caffeine support to keep me upright. After the first cup, I set my mug on the counter, with the expectations that the mug would be conveniently located in closest proximity to the supplies.
Hitting the Unlike Button
Parking at my complex has always given me grief. Before the managers implemented the paid reserved parking, finding a spot, especially on weekends when everyone but me seems to have “extra” guests, was near impossible. I opted for the paid spot because I have enough uncertainty in my life, whether or not there’s going to be a spot near my building is the last thing I want to think about when I have groceries and two flights of stairs to climb.
Enjoy the Silence
Some people do not know how to enjoy companionable silence, and therefore feel that every moment should be filled with noise, or in this case, talking. I never appreciated the relative silence of my commute until today.
Your Negativity is Showing
I told my brother I was open to moving if a better job came up. He immediately listed all the reasons it wouldn't work. I encourage all his ideas without judgment. The feeling is not mutual.
