I'm tired of being told that I'm wrong in everything that I do.
I'm tired of being told I'm whining when I'm trying to about how I'm feeling overwhelmed and I'm tired of being told I don't have it as bad as someone else does.
It seems sunday nights are not good nights.
But I have finally figured out why I've been upset lately. Yes, it's school and yeah, my 'fight' with Zach last week didn't help. But the thing that seems to be the trigger is my mother. Nothing I do anymore is good enough because I'm not doing things the way she wants them done.
Tonight, about 10 minutes ago, actually, I was getting frustrated with my stupid sewing machine. I don't know where the thing is to adjust the tension. And it doesn't really say in the manual (even though it says what it looks like if it's right or wrong) and I gave her the book so she could try to help me. I don't even know how it happened, but an argument started. I'm not even sure. She was saying something about buttons and numbers and I asked which ones. My new stupid Viking has so many that just saying 'numbers' means nothing. But in saying that, I'm being snide and rude. But things got better, and I may have found the tension thing. hat is until I said that I should call Viking and tell them that their directons kinda suck. Then I get yelled at for doing my homework and "you had 5 days to do thing and figure this out. if you had done it then you wouldn't have this trouble."
Yes. I would. No matter when I started working with this damn machine again, I would have had this trouble. I'm not frustrated because it's "last minute," I'm frustrated because it's a new machine and the directions are not accurate. And when I try to point out that I hand;ed this better than last week, I get an eyeroll.
This is why I never ask for help. I don't think it's fair that I'm getting yelled at for something that I don't understand.
And, right. Maybe I don't handle things the best way all the time. Threatening the machine's life or getting frustrated to the point of tears isn't the best thing to do, I know. But it seems like I have no alternative if I can't talk things out or ask questions if I'm just going to get yelled at.
I want to spend less time at home so I don't have to keep putting myself through this, but I have no other choice. I have a kitten to take care of and my machine is at home. If I don't work here than I'd have to spend all my free time (because I have so much of it, you know) out at school, 45 minutes away from everything else.
I understand that college is about working hard and sacrifice, but I'm pretty sure that feeling this way isn't supposed to be part of that package.