Ugh, I'm beginning to hate my mother!

Okay, a little background information: I'm a vegetarian. I've been one for three years and there is no stop on the horizon, and I don't take my convictions in stride, either you accept them or you get out of my face. I'm aware I come off as a hardline communist, but this betrays my individualist bent. I believe the individualism in some degree is a valid philosophy to live by, and I accept that my fine and developed personal tastes are not to be buried in the dirt because of family, state, friends, society...Ich hab mein sach auf nichts gestellt!

I see absolutely no reason to do something I do not feel obliged in doing, and considering that I am far more advanced than the average man or woman who looks to me in the street, it is my moral duty to believe such.

Anyways, my mother cooked a huge breakfast today since it is my sister's birthday and she invited a few family members over to share in their feast. The menu? Nothing a moron wouldn't eat: bacon, eggs, buttered toast, sausage. If you can't tell, I'm pretty disgusted by it all, and this is compounded by the fact that I have never liked any of this food and she didn't even leave my morning tofu and juice out for me when I woke up this morning.

The point of the thread is to share my utter disbelief and horror when she calls on me to do the dishes knowing full well that I refuse to touch meat or handle anything that would otherwise get that type of stuff on my hands or clothes. I told her that she was going to do it, and if she didn't like it she could get my brother to do so, and then she starts yelling in front of the guests and cursing me!

Afterward, she runs into her room and pulls the old parent card saying that I'm disrespecting her and undermining her authority(cough) as a parent and I'm a bad son. Me, her first-born, the only one who regularly listens to her out of my siblings, the one who lives a modest lifestyle to better handle the finances, a bad kid! Hearing this I told her she can go to hell and I refuse to wash up on the basis that she forgot to set aside my food and that she assumed I would be happy to do something I've already explained hundreds of times I would never do.

I don't know what to do anymore, I've already held family meetings and outlined my position multiple times and I've even gone as far as to throw away my brother's diabetes medication(another story, but it was made through animal testing) to prove my point, and to prove that it is a valid concern for humankind in conjunction with environmental issues.

I'm about to break because she thinks I'm wrong, when it is clearly her! What do you guys think I should do to rectify the situation, barring cleaning the dishes?

I think you should respect your mother.

Suck it up. She didn't make your meal? Get off your lazy ass and make it yourself.

Don't like touching dishes with meat on them? I dunno what to tell you. If only they could invent something that lets you touch it without actually touching it... Something like... rubber gloves.

You complain and tick off a lot of people and play the victim. Be glad your mother didn't *****-slap you in front of everyone.

Tell her real men eat yogurt in the morning, slap her and tell her to make you some yogurt.

Originally Posted by Discussion

I've even gone as far as to throw away my brother's diabetes medication(another story, but it was made through animal testing)

I just noticed this.

What the **** is wrong with you?

Your brother needs that ****ing medication to LIVE, dumbass. I myself have a sister AND father who are diabetic, and throwing away their medication would basically be wishing death to them.

It was made with animal testing? Well guess what? Throwing away the medication isn't going to bring the animals back. If you want to make a difference, make a petition or form a protest or something, but don't put your brother's life in danger.

You sick ****. You don't even care about your own family, and yet you expect us to give two ****s about you BAWWWWWWWWing that mummy was mean to you?

Get out of my sight.

For once, I'm going to encourage you to be an *******s, Discussion. Because your mom's being completely unreasonable here. My sister used to be a vegan (haha, she's more hardcore than you!), and the smell of meat would cause her a ton of crap. Also, I don't ever see why I should have to do someone else's dishes anyways.

Or, you know, if you wanted a compromise... tell her you'll do all the dishes that don't have meat on them if she keeps them separated, but otherwise she can just kill herself. Odds are they're all mixed up by now, but, you know, she really should have actually put a bit of consideration towards you on this.

... Though, you know, you are a huge dick for throwing away your brother's insulin, and I honestly could not care less whatever half-assed defense you have for doing that. :/

You do realize that developing diabetes prior to the 20th century meant that you probably had at best a few years to live in constant torture, right? :O

Get your own breakfast, wtf.
My parents never make breakfast for me. Seriously, just suck it up. You can't hate your mother from such a little thing.

Originally Posted by Discussion

/Rant.

She gave birth to you.

For once Discussion, I totally agree with you. Not with the "throwing away the insulin" thing, that was the most retarted thing you've ever done, but with hating your mother. We are in the same boat, as I pretty much hate my mom too. (though for different reasons)
She b****es at me constantly to be organized in school and all that crap. I can't fight my nature to be disorganized and I don't give a crap about school either. I've already planned out my whole future (and I'll say right now that it largely involves rolling around in the cash I'll make from my twelve-part fantasy series) but she won't listen to it. Do you need math to become a fantasy author? Or do you even need it to become a lawyer? (my second job option) I don't think you do!

Anyhoo, back to your problems. You should probably ask her, real politely, to sit down and have a talk with you. Tell her very calmly your side of the story, and if she's a kind mother, then she'll listen. If that doesn't work, then maybe threatening to leave home would work. Or maybe pull some other card that would make her cry and listen to you.

Also, you should probably give back the insulin, or else she won't listen to anything you say. Believe me, I speak from experience.

You're lucky. My mom never washes my clothes, cooks my food, or gets away from the computer watching her soap operas on TV. I even have to wash EVERYWHERE. Be thankful, Discussion, that you don't have a mom like mine. At least yours cares about you.

Originally Posted by Feere Gorone

For once Discussion, I totally agree with you. Not with the "throwing away the insulin" thing, that was the most retarted thing you've ever done, but with hating your mother. We are in the same boat, as I pretty much hate my mom too. (though for different reasons)
She b****es at me constantly to be organized in school and all that crap. I can't fight my nature to be disorganized and I don't give a crap about school either. I've already planned out my whole future (and I'll say right now that it largely involves rolling around in the cash I'll make from my twelve-part fantasy series) but she won't listen to it. Do you need math to become a fantasy author? Or do you even need it to become a lawyer? (my second job option) I don't think you do!

Things never go as planned. You should always have a back-up plan.

Believe Tott, he speaks from experience.

I do have a backup plan. You saw the lawyer thing, right?

Originally Posted by Discussion

I've even gone as far as to throw away my brother's diabetes medication(another story, but it was made through animal testing)

Aww sh**, here we go again.

Originally Posted by Feere Gorone

I do have a backup plan. You saw the lawyer thing, right?

SUPER TOTT is not blind. He simply wanted to add that part, because otherwise it would've felt empty.

Why do you want it to feel empty?

My mother died almost a decade ago, but there still isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about her. And I think primarily of the ways that I could've been a much better son than the self-centered, spoiled twat that I was, sometimes in blatant disrespect toward her, especially considering all that she did and sacrificed for me (as well as my brothers).

Be thankful you still have your mother and make the most of the time that you have with her as well as all your loved ones. Life is too short for hate, especially toward the ones who (in a sense) gave you life.

Look, sometimes we have to do things we hate.

You think I like having to pick up a steaming pile of doggie crap? No. Do I tell someone else to do it? No. I suck it up and pick up the crap.

I hate animal testing. I really do, but if my family needed the medication to survive, then I'm willing to let that slide, even though I hate the fact that scientists used it to torture animals.

I have no problems with people not wanting to eat meat, but gods damn it, if you don't want to touch meat, there are ways to work around it like wearing rubber gloves so you're not in direct contact with the meat.

Look at your local Target/Wal-Mart store. I can gaurentee that there's some rubber gloves for sale.

You need to grow up and be a man. No wonder your mother is angry. She needs help around the house and you're resisting her at every turn.

If you're old enough to fix your own food, then do so yourself.

Are you old enough to go live by yourself? If so, then what are you waiting for? Go find yourself an apartment to live in and you can live life the way you want to.

If not...then I'm sorry.

andi: If you're part of the family, you must contribute. That's the whole point of it. Everyone pitches in to do the work.
I don't like scrubbing vinegar oil stains from the bottom of the cooking pot...but I do it anyway.

FG: Even JK Rowling needed to have a job before (and during) her writing of Harry Potter. It was only when she got incrediblly wealthy that she (probably) retired.

Simple solution: kill yourself.

Originally Posted by 315

Simple solution: kill yourself.

Funny, I would've suggested that myself if I hadn't felt some kind of kinship with Discussion after reading the OP.
I suppose this means I'll be going communist soon. At that point, I'll take your advise.

Incendiarism, you are a dangerous extremist. The similarities between you and Lee Harvey Oswald are frightening.