22 December 2010

"You're addicted"

It's funny how things get lost in translation from one generation to another.

Specifically, my grandmother to myself.

After spending an entire weekend away from the house, mostly for her own peace of mind, I was greeted with "You sound like you're drunk", "Don't expect to be allowed to go to sleep", "You're addicted to games, do you want to be a gamer for the rest of your life?" among other ill-conceived notions.

What I don't get is A) where these came from, and B) Why she thinks they'll bother me.

...Okay, so I'm really skirting around what I want to talk about.

My grandmother is the most insecure person I know.

She claims to be the epitome of "sure of herself" and that nothing can rock her. But in all reality, she's not only scared, but also just a child. She finds her centre in attacking the "weaknesses" of those around her, thinking that if she can bring everyone down to her level, she will rule the roost. Not so when it comes to me.

Lately she's taken to calling me a drug addict because whenever she gets on her drama llama and tries to ride my ass, I just laugh. I laugh at her when she calls me a whore, and when she says I'm doing drugs and that I play video games 24/7. Because I know she's full of shit.

The "game addiction" rant was born of my DoTA clone of choice, League of Legends. I frequently play this with my small cluster of online friends, building what could be seen as just a friendly game of capture the flag. Because the last four or five times she's decided to unceremoniously throw open my door and complain about what I'm doing I've been playing LoL.

This causes an obscenity-laced tirade, usually ending with me calling her a bitch, and her saying that first it's video games, then it's crystal meth*.



*Yes, that's a reference to high school. Ask me if you really want to know, I'd be more than happy to talk about all of the "isms" I learned in school.

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