I consider myself to be a good son. I have always had an appreciation for the love and protection my parents have provided throughout my entire life. They've always loved me, fed me, clothed me, etc. I've never liked the stereotypical teenage attitude of the whole "my parents suck" thing. It has always pained me inside to observe a loving parent disrespected by his or her child, so I do my best to respect my parents whether in their presence or not.
I also love music. I soak up music like a Shamwow in a swimming pool. Honestly, music very well may be the reason I'm alive today. I'm sure some of you understand exactly what I'm talking about.
Like the average introvert, I enjoy my personal space. If I'm in my bedroom with the door closed, I probably don't want somebody to come in, for any reason. But if you really must come in and distract me from whatever I may be doing at the time, please knock. Isn't this a universal rule?
Now, with those three points out of the way, let me get on with the rant. :steam: I swear, my mother has no appreciation for art. She constantly complains about me playing music. Metal, rap, techno, even classical. If she can audibly hear it outside my room, she very well might barge in and demand I turn it down.
I could understand this if I was to blast music all day. But I don't. I only turn it up as loud as I need for everything to be balanced and whatnot. The house my family inhabits is quite small, about 1,500 square feet. The walls are paper-thin and actually wood paneling with no insulation, so that contributes further to the problem. If the music has any bass whatsoever, she will certainly complain.
And it's always the same God-damn thing. "Turn down your music or put in earplugs." Really? "Earplugs"? If I turn down the music any lower than it already is, I won't be able to hear half the instruments. If I put on headphones, I'll lose the acoustic value of speakers, the perspective of the sound, and the ability to "feel" the music, which is very important to me.
The most frustrating thing is that my mom rarely listens to music herself, and half the time when she does it's praise and worship garbage. Not hymns, where a hint of musical worth is present. I'm talking the music you hear at modernized churches, with the same old G C D C chord progressions, and the "Jesus we love you, We sing praises too, So come back to Earth, And make us anew" choruses repeated until Jesus actually does return. Maybe if my mom enjoyed good music herself or could try her best to tolerate my choices in music, I could respect her stance on this more.
She never knocks upon entering, whether music is playing or not. This is what really sets me off. Luckily, I can pick up her footsteps in enough time to "prepare" for her sudden entry, if you know what I mean. She has always done this, throughout my entire lifetime. Sometimes I've been half tempted to just sit there rubbing one out so she learns her lesson once and for all!
So, she'll barge in with no warning, which whether I'm gaming or coding or checking my email or wacking off, I get pissed. Being the way she is, she reciprocates the emotion, only exponentially. If I show my irritation, she responds with rage. Being the way I am, this makes the tension all the more intense.
*sigh* I might sound like a whiny brat here, but please understand. Music is about the only thing left in this world that makes me happy. It sucks when I can't even properly enjoy it. And am I the only person who thinks it's rediculous that she can't even show the decency to KNOCK on a male's door before entering?