My life is now in a rut. Constantly working, repeating the same task over and over. Constantly being pestered, being forced to do repetitive tasks for my mother who does not want to do them herself. When asked why she simply threatens to make me pay for living there, or simply avoids the question altogether. She was injured a year back, and is mostly better, but now has gotten too used to being waited on, and treats me like a butler.
I am glad to help sometimes, but most of the time I am angry, because she never treated my brother the same way. My brother would deny her requests and avoid her tasks, even when unwell, which put the burden on me. Even when not unwell my brother would rarely help. He would never get punished for not listening, or for outright refusing. My mother would simply give up and just turn to me. Now that my brother has moved out, she always asks me to do things that she could do herself.
When working on assignments and preparing reports, she would criticize and try to make changes that were unnecessary or just plain stupid.
Monday, September 28, 2009
English Observation 1
My snake is a placid one, and she is used to many kinds of people. She likes to lay under the glow of her lamp, her black and grey scales brightly reflecting the light, contrasting to her dull colored hide. She calmly rests on her checkerboard colored belly absorbing the warmth of the light. When she has absorbed enough she fluidly slides away from the heat. Almost like a miniature river of sand, she grinds down towards the floor of the terrarium, moving slowly yet gracefully. She then wedges herself into her cave, avoiding the heat and relaxing again.
When I approach the terrarium she turns her unblinking reptilian eyes toward me, soon turning her whole wedge-shaped head too. When I reach in, she simply looks up; ignoring what would be a sign of danger in the wild. Lifting her out of tank, her still growing weight was starting to become apparent. A few months ago she was as heavy as a tissue box. Now she was the weight of two apples, but when fully grown she would be as heavy as a grapefruit. Once in my hands she does not flee, she simply wraps around getting a good hold. Far from the killing squeeze she uses on her prey, more like a secure grip to keep from slipping off. Secure in her hold, she glides across my fingers toward the next hand.
I then sit to the floor, letting my snake slowly slide to the floor. When she reaches the ground she winds from side to side, gliding across the carpet at moderate speed. Almost like a living stream she flows across the ground, clearly not hampered by the lack of limbs. When she approaches the wall, she turns to the side and the rest of her body follows like a miniature train. After a while of her venturing around, she starts to cool down and loses some steam and starts to slow. Soon she goes to sun in the light from a window a few times to resume her activities, and then it is time for her to go back. Picking her up with both hands then walking her back, she is reluctant to go back in. After some coaxing she coils up under her lamp, waiting for another time to go loose in the house. After warming up again, she waits on her branch, almost looking like a large lump of rock on a tree. When night comes the lights go out, and she then goes into her cave. Heated slightly from underneath, it is still a bit cooler than her bright lamp. Slowly drifting off to sleep, her eyes can’t be closed and she seems eerily awake.
When morning comes she repeats the cycle of warming and heating, waiting for me to take her out again. When another person holds her it is the same, just another human to let her wander.
When I approach the terrarium she turns her unblinking reptilian eyes toward me, soon turning her whole wedge-shaped head too. When I reach in, she simply looks up; ignoring what would be a sign of danger in the wild. Lifting her out of tank, her still growing weight was starting to become apparent. A few months ago she was as heavy as a tissue box. Now she was the weight of two apples, but when fully grown she would be as heavy as a grapefruit. Once in my hands she does not flee, she simply wraps around getting a good hold. Far from the killing squeeze she uses on her prey, more like a secure grip to keep from slipping off. Secure in her hold, she glides across my fingers toward the next hand.
I then sit to the floor, letting my snake slowly slide to the floor. When she reaches the ground she winds from side to side, gliding across the carpet at moderate speed. Almost like a living stream she flows across the ground, clearly not hampered by the lack of limbs. When she approaches the wall, she turns to the side and the rest of her body follows like a miniature train. After a while of her venturing around, she starts to cool down and loses some steam and starts to slow. Soon she goes to sun in the light from a window a few times to resume her activities, and then it is time for her to go back. Picking her up with both hands then walking her back, she is reluctant to go back in. After some coaxing she coils up under her lamp, waiting for another time to go loose in the house. After warming up again, she waits on her branch, almost looking like a large lump of rock on a tree. When night comes the lights go out, and she then goes into her cave. Heated slightly from underneath, it is still a bit cooler than her bright lamp. Slowly drifting off to sleep, her eyes can’t be closed and she seems eerily awake.
When morning comes she repeats the cycle of warming and heating, waiting for me to take her out again. When another person holds her it is the same, just another human to let her wander.
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