{ yesterday's tweets. }

[delga]

• 11:34 Oh world, wtf. #
• 11:36 + I have Brautigan's Rape of Ophelia open in a tab - can't bookmark the poem, but can't bring myself to close the tab, either. #
• 11:43 solved #
• 14:25 @typicalhigh & yet I'd take her over Adam ANY DAY #
• 15:01 ooh: jalapenos! #
• 15:42 @typicalhigh yeah, see, he didn't do anything for me in that regard, lols #
• 16:46 Tonight has hereby been reserved for Wire in the Blood \o/ #
• 18:09 goddamn, I hate being HINTED at. Why don't people just say what they mean? #
• 20:32 Tony & Carol, arm wrestling = I LOVE THEM #
• 20:34 AND THEN SHE PUTS HER FINGERS ON HIS LIPS TO STOP HIM TALKING OMG #

LoudTwitter, innit?

Comments

[wliberation.livejournal.com]

goddamn, I hate being HINTED at. Why don't people just say what they mean?

Haha, oh god yes. When people do that to me now, I've taken to just flat out saying, "Are you trying to hint at something? Come on, just out with it." Delivered with a kind smile, of course, to not be too bitchy. Ahem.

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

I've taken to being completely ignorant. "What exactly is it that you're trying to ask me?"

Had a ridic argument with The Mother last night because she was hinting and I didn't realise. She asked what time I wanted to eat which I mistakenly assumed meant she was cooking. So I said, whenever it's ready, I'll eat, trying to be ~flexible~. To which she replied, oh, so I'm cooking then?

Meish: "...wait, what? What are you asking me?"
Mother: "What time do you want to eat?"
And so on until she asked again, did that mean she was the one cooking?

I don't think I'm doing a great job of conveying just how mind-boggling this conversation was. What she was really asking me to do was cook. But that's not what she said.

/long, ridic story

[wliberation.livejournal.com]

O_o No, I think the mind-bogglingness was adequately conveyed. I would have interpreted her question the same as you did because, um, duh. But at least she said something; my mum is/used to be in the habit of, say, leaving laundry in the washing machine and expecting me to realise that a) it was there, and b) I should wash it. Mothers. *shakes head*

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

MINE DOES THAT TOO. And then is annoyed when I haven't. ! Mothers!

[wliberation.livejournal.com]

Is it some universal Mother Code, or something? Because I just don't get it, and it can get so crazy sometimes. Like once, my mother removed a mat and thought that that was sufficient clue that I should swab the floor, wtf. And you try telling them that, Mother, I am not a mindreader, you can't expect me to pick up your obscure clues, and yeah, she gets mad. *eyeroll*