Mother's Love XVI

Hmm.

Don't you think sometimes certain women just can't live without a listening ear? Of course when I'm talking about 'certain women' on this blog, it is obvious who I am talking about.

But it's true! How many of you out there who are girls keep complaining your guy doesn't listen enough, or he doesn't talk enough? And how many of you guys out there who have heard your girl complaining to you about not talking or listening enough?

Anyways.. my mum has this habit of blowing shit up bigger than it really is, and more often than not it is my dad and I who have to duck from the shit as it hits the fan, and we're left cowering in the corner as the unstoppable bitching machine rages on about...

her female boss.

Isn't that always the case? Woman comes home from work, moment your foot steps into the door she starts chomping down on your ears about how her female boss is less competent, less capable, always out for trouble, copying her hairstyle, copying her dress-sense, trying to stir up trouble, refusing her a bonus, etc etc etc.

It's not that women can't talk.. this woman in particular (my mum) just talks way too much. Frankly, the news isn't new and I'd rather she start complaining about someone else rather than her female boss. I mean.. don't you have anything new to offer???

But back to listening ears... my mum has this way of telling me to go over to her and have a conversation, and when she says this, I cringe on the inside because the word 'conversation' in her vocabulary is the equivalent of a one-way grilling session, and a wicked excuse to find fault with yours truly.

Hence my fear of 'conversation'.. because, sometimes it spills over into other areas of contact with my mum.. in the sense that 'conversation' could occur anytime when I'm within a 5 metre radius of her.. and if she feels like it, sometimes the grilling occurs over the phone, to which I gladly slip the phone into my pocket until she hangs up.

XD.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy