My Last Nerve

Isn't it sad when people think they can bother you and make requests? Then (as if that wasn't enough) they get cranky when you tell them to back off and leave you alone.

What? It's like you don't even care about me?

No, I don't care. Thank you for asking.

Quite honestly, I have enough problems of my own. I have freaking nerve damage in my back and legs. I don't have any extra nerves for these people to dance on and whine on. Sure, maybe that makes me angry and "socially-unstable". What do I care. Does no one understand this?

I'M IN PAIN! I don't care about your petty little problems!

But of course you can't just say that to people - let alone family. Nope. You're expected to smile and pretend that everything is fine and you're happy and thrilled to be alive. Sure.

Bite me!

Mother's Day

Of all the stupid days in the world, this is one that I hate the most. Don't misunderstand me. I love my mother. I had a decent mother.

But the world celebrates women who have used their uterus to host a child. That, quite honestly, has nothing whatsoever to do with being a mother. What about those women who didn't give birth but have mothered and nurtured us anyway. 

Why can't we celebrate all those who nurture - regardless of gender, parentage, and ability! I have loved 3 mothers in my life so far. They all understand that they have mothered me. They nurtured and taught me equally. They are my mother. 

The second thing I hate is that I'm not supposed to celebrate this day because I have never given birth. Do the 7 children I raised not count? I did everything except give birth to them. I feel like their mother. They call me mom. What about that makes me less than women who give birth and then fail to nurture or raise their children?

Mother's Day sucks.