I got into an argument with my mother via telephone today. She casually mentioned that one of her neighbors in the 'Mar owns a 240 pound bull mastiff who is prone to getting aggro with you if you don't pet him and give him a shitload of attention. One of my mom's friends was visiting and both dog and owner were encountered during a standard walk around the block, during which time they stopped to chat, and the dog started head-butting mom's friend Marie-France in the waist area, nearly knocking her over. The dog owner did nothing to restrain her beast and of course, mom and Marie-France just smiled and waited until the lady turned the corner before complaining about how rude and unaware she had been.
"I don't understand why you and M-F didn't say something. If that were me, I'd tell that lady to control her animal! I don't appreciate being bullied by a dog that outweighs me by 80 pounds."
My mother went BALLISTIC at me for threatening to assert my right to not get mauled by a dog. "That lady gave me a ride to the mechanic and if I ever need anything again, I don't want you interfering with that!"
So better your only daughter get pummeled by a GIANT FREAK-ASS DOG just so you don't have to pay for a taxi the next time one of your multiple automobiles needs to go to the shop? Apparently so!
My mother is the most passive mushpot fucking woman on the planet. Being like that was has gotten her nothing but trouble and heartache, yet she staunchly believes that letting others take a dump on you is the ticket to being liked. It took me until I was damn near thirty to realize that being assertive and standing up for one's self is a healthy and admirable pursuit and goddamn it if I'm going to suffer some incompetent dog owner just so this neighbor lady will continue to proffer the occasional favor. Apparently I'm suppose to smile and get head-butted by a dog who could totally take me out just so my mother can get a ride or a cup of sugar once in a while. I don't fucking think so.
What makes me sick is that to her, PROTECTING MYSELF EQUALS HURTING HER. I am not playing Stockholm Syndrome with her. She can take that shit and cram it.
She was HYSTERICAL! Over a hypothetical situation in which I failed to behave like a dishrag fucktard just to make her comfortable. Like she was going to bust a nut all because, God forbid, I should do what I need to do to protect myself and feel SAFE. Nope, can't have that.
Bitch better keep her dog away from me next time I'm in the 'Mar. I will not hold back.
Posted by Zerd at August 4, 2007 12:24 AM