Och aye the noo

Maybe taking care of you is her way of proving to others that she's still capable of doing it and people don't give her enough credit because of her age, but who knows...motherly instincts still kicking in? Misery loves company? A power struggle? You know her better than anyone.

Hot_Tamale said:

Maybe taking care of you is her way of proving to others that she's still capable of doing it and people don't give her enough credit because of her age, but who knows...motherly instincts still kicking in? Misery loves company? A power struggle? You know her better than anyone.

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It's not a matter of getting credit, it's just because my mum doesn't really want me to be as independent as possible. Since she likes to feel needed. Nothing wrong with that, in itself. But even my oldest sister agree that our mum doesn't give me freedom to do things for myself, except when she goes to visit my other sister in Ireland.

If it was motherly insticts then she wouldn't be so offended when I tell her I don't need her help. Like she takes that personally for some reason. I'm almost 30 and she still treats me like a child. Talks me like that as well, which embarrassing. mg: So, it's a power struggle of sorts. But definitely a case of misery loves company, since I'm always compromising on what makes me happy to keep my mum happy. :sad: Like if I decided to do something for myself, my mum has to always insist on discouraging me from doing whatever that may be. :kickingmyself: Don't get me wrong, I love her. But I hate how I'm having live day-to-day making sure I don't say or do anything fo fear of starting a trival argument.
I can't even do what I want without asking her permission first. h:

I feel you on the having to ask permission part. I'm about to graduate college for the third time and I still feel like a teenager at home. Here's an idea...why don't you and I rent out an apartment together Graeme? Haha

Hot_Tamale said:

I feel you on the having to ask permission part. I'm about to graduate college for the third time and I still feel like a teenager at home.

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Aye, it's shite, innit? :sad:

Hot_Tamale said:

Here's an idea...why don't you and I rent out an apartment together Graeme? Haha

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:thinking: Don't think you'd be able to tolerate me for long, like. Ah tend to leave stuff just scattered about - DVDs, books n' the like. And I tend to procrastination a lot. Of course, there might be bit of a language barrier as well. If nowt else, it'd be a laugh. :bigsmile:

:kickingmyself:
I CAN'T F**KIN' TAKE THIS ANYMORE!

It's always the same f**kin' answer everytime I ask my mum a question:


Don't think I'm going to bother asking her anything anymore. It's pointless doing so. :sad: And she has the nerve to call me useless... Ha! h:

Can't arsed today. Constantly having repeat myself because my mum refuses to pay attention whenever I speak to her. Feigns the low IQ BS. Why is always me who get treated like this? Ignored whenever I speak. :kickingmyself: :idontknow: :sad:

On a more positive note, I'm off see Kings of Leon live in Glasgow tonight for the 4th time.

Kings of Leon - Sex On Fire (Live T in the Park 2009)

Near perfect concert experience last night, only spoiled by my mum insistance on being an argumentative bitch mg:

So, me, my mum, oldest sister and her partner left for Glasgow earlier than usual, since there's roadwork being done on the way into the city, meaning we had to go an different route than we'd normally go. Got there an hour before the venue were set to actually open. So we had time to kill.

First thing ma sister says upon stopping the car and looking at the venue.

QQ

So, we decide to go into the SECC, for something to drink and get the toilet.


There's a wee cafe/bar area in the bit. We decided to order a couple o' latte, which were for me and my sister, our mum got a tea and my sister's partner has a pint o' lager. Afore ordering we get chased oot the reserved section o' the cafe, and need to find a seat elsewhere. Ah decided to get the toilet while the drinks are getting ordered, as does my sister and our mum. Then we gan back n' try to find somewhere to sit.

So, we get seated, my sister's partner remark on my tattoo, saying it looks cool and that it's came out well, and asks me if it's nearly fully healed. My sister asks if ah want sugar in my latte, tellin' me that yin sachet is half a tea-spoons worth. Typical me, I go: "Aye, that'll dae"

Then our mum starts complaining aboot her tea. It begins...

"Oh! That's too hot, ah dinnae like ma tea hot."​

My sister arrives back with my mum's tea, and as she sits down, our mum rips open a sugar sachet... It goes everywhere. mg:

So, we finish up and start heading back across the road to the Hydro. My sister and my mum go back to my sister's car to get the back-pack (which has the tickets and crisps and juice in it). Thankfully the security staff were kind enough to let me and my sister's partner into the wee foyer part of venue. Save me wait outside in my wheelchair. Eventually my mum and sister arrive, coming as well when they see us already in the venue.

"Cauld oot there the night", my mum says.
"Aye", me and my sister's partner say in unison.
"How come yous are in here?"
"One of the security lads just told us to come in and wait"
"Aww, that wus nice o' him. Quite handy"

Shortly after this wee exchange, I notice one of the leg-rest of my wheelchair is woobly, and hasn't click in place properly. I just turn and say to my sister that ah'll need to be measured for a new chair. A couple come in to collect their tickets at the wee box-office, just to the right of where we're standing in the foyer. Then a few folk start coming into wait. This disabled lad with glasses who walks with a limp. This chubby wummin in an electric wheelchair, who my mum starts chatting with. I can only just hear parts of their exchange.

"Where ure you fae?", my mum asks, responding with an "Oh aye". Then mum's clearly asked where she's from, ah know because ah could hear the wummin in the wheelchair go: "Oh, wus that where plane...? That's horrible that". mg:

And, just moments before we're set to go into the main part of the venue. My mum and sister's partner start an argument over the f**kin' tickets! h: To which my sister's partner goes:

Ye don't half tell a good story! :lol: erfect:

Here's ma wee continuation o' that Kings of Leon gig from the other night. My internet connections been shite, lately. Wus hopin' I'd complete this yesterday. But thankfully it's still free in ma mind.

So picking up from the argument afore going into the main hall.

Y'know the really troubling thing aboot the idea o' shovin' ma mum doon the stairs? Ah'd probably do, anaw - if ah let ma temper git the better o' me. Anyway...

After we got our back-pack checked, we head for the merch stand where me and my sster's partner get couple tour t-shirts in our sizes. Then we huv yet another hold-up, as this affeminate, bald English fella working security asks for us to wait:

We take our seats, and ma sister get chatting to this couple, Greg and his wife, from Aberdeen. F**k me! If ye struggle tae comprehend the Scottish generally, yer ootta luck with the Aberdonian accent. Most Scots fae central and southern Scotland struggle to understand them.

As if that wus’nae awkward enough, they support these football teams:

Nice guy, though. He wus telling my sister that he used to ride his motorbike, but can't anymore due to injuries sustained while on holiday in Spain. He was crossing the road and this car didnae bother stopping and just hit him. Uses a cain to walk, and has no memory of what actually happened.

That said he made me n' ma sister laugh when we telt him aboot that security fella want to check our rucksack afore getting it checked coming.
He just leans in and goes:"Why d'ye need tae git yer bag checked, anyway? Yer mum'll no huv any drugs oan her. She'll huv took thaem afore leavin' the hoose" :bigsmile:

And terms of gigs, he's been to see KISS and The Who before, so likely we might see him again next month when The Who come back to Glasgow and the following month when KISS kick off their UK tour in Scotland, also playing in Glasgow.

So, 2 hours after we arrived early, the house lights go down and the gig starts. We're hoping the opener, Wild Nothing, will be decent. Considering my sister and I had listen to one of their albums on YouTube. Well, typical unknown American band - they always have to pandering c*nts to the Scottish audience. :thumbdown:

The singer/rhythm guitarist walks on stage, beer in hand. mg: Oh, and he was wearing a wolly hat, fleece jacket - you could just make it out thanks to the lighting. So, he looked like a right knob.

As he adjust his guitar, he says: "Hello, Glasgow. How's it going?". Greg, the fella who been chatting to me and my sister goes: "Shit!". Then, someone, close to the stage, in the standing area must've said:


First song in, and by Christ, it's dire. Boring! Nae stage presence, nae excitment. Not even a single interest guitar riff amoungst them. But then, aw ah could hear fae the off their set wus the f**kin' bass rumbling. And all the songs sound the same. Probably due to how these

Third song in and I start laughing cuz the folk over at the sound mixer and lighting. Starting doing the flashing stobe effects in a deseperate attempt to make this band seems more exciting than they actually. But their sound just consisted of chords and riffs through a shit load o' delay and chorus effects, like a cross between U2 and My Bloody Valentine, minus the talent.

At some point, I turn to my sister and ask if I'm seeing thing or if there was a keyboard player sitting to the left of the stage, not lit? But for the most part I'm sitting there, bored as f**k.

Also, why do American bands insist on telling foreign audiences where exactly their from? Like the actual state, which makes sense geographically when you look at a map of America. But, the other night there, the singer of the opening act mentioned this as far if a mass of drunken Scottsh music fans were supposed to cheer this fact.

Mind you, Greg - bearded, long-haired, tattooed fella who'd been chatting with us since he got seated - once again brought the laughs, loudly shouting "F**k off!" when the singer mumbled: "We're Wild Nothing from America, in case you didn't know. From West Virginia, actually"

Then he made a failed attempt a banter with the 13.000 Scots in attendence. Mentioning drink, as if that observation wus'nae blantantly obvious. Yer in f**kin' Glasgow! h: That wee quip aboot drink pretty much foreshadowed what was about gan doon 40 minutes after the shite support left the stage

Why do American rock band, particular ones naebuddy know this side o' the pond, think you'll win over a Scottish audience by making not so subtle reference to Scotland which in itself is stereotypical. Be it, the kilt, drinking, haggis, tatties or f**kin' Braveheart.

Anyway, the biggest laugh was when the singer for Wild Nothing said:

Oh, and at some point, me, my sister, and new pal Greg, agree that this support band were shite, and I remark they should gan back to practising in a garage, to which Greg retorted with:

All that said, Kings of Leon were f**kin' brilliant - on top forum. Got a massive roaring cheer from the crowd. Not surprising, given how dire that first band were. My sister's partner is actually a Kings of Leon fan now. Wus'nae too keen on them going into the gig, but genuinely like them now. About 3 songs into their set, I had a bit of a nostalgia trip, because I hadn't heard or seen a crowd react so wildly and enthusiastically to Kings of Leon, since I first saw them at the Reading Festival, back in 2005.

Kings Of Leon - Four Kicks (Reading 2005)

Singing every word, dancing, plastic cups of beer flung. Which seems to commonplace whenever Kings of Leon play in Scotland.
Also, during On Call, Caleb pretty got drown out by the crowd singing the song, themselves. As this fan-filmed clip shows:

Kings of Leon - On Call (Live Glasgow SSE Hydro 27th of February 2017)

And the penultimate song, Use Somebody, go exactly the same reaction from the crowd, as when I saw Kings of Leon in Glasgow last time, when they were touring in support of their Mechanical Bull album:
Kings of Leon - Use Somebody live at The Hydro Glasgow 20th June 2014 Mechanical Bull Tour

Great night overall. Here's hoping The Who, Alice Cooper, KISS and Iron Maiden live up to expectations? I'm always kinda relucant to set my expecations high if I'm seeing a band again.

theslowesthand said:

Ye don't half tell a good story! :lol: erfect:

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Really?! :shyness: Sorry, it's just rare that ah get that compliment. Thanks, nonetheless, though. :thumbup: Mind you, ah don't really think o' masel' as a natural storyteller, even if storytelling is very much part of Scots and Irish culture.

Ah tend to just observe fae the sidelines, and witness these funny things. Though, ah guess ye could say it comes fae growing up in Scotland, and the "characters" that surround me, even in the crappy Scottsh Borders.

That and listening to these 3 Scottish comedians way too much...

Billy Connolly
Chic Murray
Rikki Fulton

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Ye don't half tell a good story! :lol: erfect:

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Dinnae worry, more yet to come. :bigsmile: Still huv'nae really had time to tell the story of my syrgery last year. Ah started, rightly enough, but haven't had time to really reflect on it and put it in perspective. Plus, been busy planning for the summer and going back up to Edinburgh again.

If I'm dead by the time this year ends, I won't be all that surprised, really. The amount o' f**kin' feminist shite I've got to put up with. No wonder the suicide rate is higher amongst men. :veryangry:

My mum just changes her mind on a f**kin' whim - no regard for how it'll affect me, in particular. But she doesnae care. She merely informs me of the change in plans, it's doesnae f**kin' matter if this change directly contradicts what we might huv agree upon a day or two days earlier. Naw, f**k keepin' yer word, like. That'll no affect anyone's opinion of ye at all, will it?

Just changes her mind when it suits her, and ah just huv to agree and go along with it. Since any and all disagreement on my part and I'm accused of beng just like ma dad. Because when change ma mind aboot summit, then it...

"For f**k sake! Yer a selfish b@$*@%!, you are! Cun ye no just dae as yer telt!"

Or words to that affect, since my mum still thinks it's okay to speak and treat me like a child. It's either that, or telling me I'm just like my dad. Which an ironic insult since I've only ever been as verbally abusive to her as she is towards me at times. But then, she flees on the handle at me just asking a simple question, so... :idontknow: Needless to say, ah tend to keep quiet than risk speaking and getting chastised for it.

D'ye know how f**kin' stressful it is to live with someone like that?
Actually - scratch that - d'ye know what it's like being the only sensible person in yer ain family? :kickingmyself:

I can't f**kin' cope anymore! :sad: :kickingmyself: Constantly being told I'm wrong with explaination, to getting yelled for asking my mum, nicely, to do something as mundane as close the bathroom - as I forgot shut it before stepping into the shower. Who tha f**k reacts to being asked that by saying the following, in a grumpy tone:


That in response to me going: "Eh, ye couldnae shut the bathroom door fur me, please" mg:

She doesnae even bother to apologise, either. Just tells me to swear at her for making me lose my temper out of sheer frustration. Yet, if the roles were reversed and I'd done these things to her... f**k! I'd be lucky if spoke she spoke to me the next day. And I'm the one with Jekyll and Hyde personality? My mum goes from treating me like shit, to just expecting all to be forgiven moments later. Naw! Sorry, but it doesnae work like that, if only ones of us is willing to admit when we're in the wrong.

Wow! Some parent you turn oot tae be, Mum. Yet she gets upset when I ask:

Followed by me merely making an observation of how she give me the same answer everytime I ask her a question, and how irritating that is. I used to cruely joke that I wish I'd been put up for adoption. Now, I kinda wish I had. Since my sisters - despite their egos and temper tantrums - turned out better than me. At least they are aknowledged and treated like a parent should treat their kids.

Me? I'm a mini-me of my dad, therefore, gets treat with same contempt. Sorry, if I took after my dad in terms of looks and having drive to get things done. As well as having a low tolerance for people who complain about how shite their situation is, when they're the ones who can change it, if they chose. Kinda inherited his other trait by being told how shit I am because I was born male. Oh aye, my mum was an Social Justice Warrior back in the 90s. Afore it become a trend, wll ahead o' her time, like.

No-one to confide, without being talked about behind my back. No-one to help or advice me. Just people being bossy and insisting that I'm in the wrong, for no reason other than I'm a "stupid" man, basically. Some family, huh? h:
They pretend to be concerned that I've become too isolated in past 17 years, but the truth, I'd rather be alone than have to deal with stress and bulls**t that comes with interacting with them. :kickingmyself: