@Tinuviel said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
It's posts like these that really explain a bunch about how you got to be the way you are.
@silverfox said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
So... parents shouldn't show an interest in what their kids are interested in or support them if they, the parent, aren't having fun?
I will clarify my peeve because I am miscommunicating. And I will do so in typical fashion.
Act III, Scene I
<< Ganymede and partner are sitting in bed on their laptops. >>
Her: Do you know what my sister is taking her kids to?
Me: << impersonating Jack Nicholson >> I'm an educated man, but I'm afraid I can't speak intelligently about --
Her: -- she's taking them to see Don't Let The Pigeon Drive the Bus.
Me: They made a movie about it?
Her: No, it's a live musical.
Me: Aw, fuck no.
Her: They love that book.
Me: They love KISS, but we aren't taking them to the concert.
Her: That's different.
Me: Of course it is. That's at least mildly entertaining.
Her: But my sister is taking her kids.
Me: Do we have to do everything that she's doing for some reason? If she were pushing her kids off a building --
Her: So, you don't want to go.
Me: No, I don't fucking want to go.
<< Pause >>
Her: They'd love it.
Me: They don't even know about it! How do you know? Frankly, they will go to anything you are dragging them to because you are dragging them there. That's not the same.
Her: They'd love it.
Me: You don't know that right now. You can't know that. They can't sit through a movie for longer than an hour.
Her: They'd love it.
Me: They love ripping farts! They are six and don't know shit about shit.
Her: They'd love it.
<< Pause >>
Her: All right, you don't have to go.
<< Pause >>
Me: Just get me a fucking ticket.
Her: You're a good parent.
Me: I'm a good spouse. I'm a shitty parent. But I never pretended to be a good parent.
Her: So you're pretending to be a good spouse?
Me: Pretty much.
I am more than happy to go to t-ball tournaments. I help out with my boy's basketball team. I go to PT conferences. But we're talking about a fucking musical show which I know my kids never, ever, talk about after the fact. This happened when my wife dragged us to the Paw Patrol show and the Monster Jam rally. My kids are into Disney dolls and Transformers, and any pretense to the contrary is just utter bullshit.
Don't get me started on the Cub Scouts, something which the boy didn't even want to do in the first place.
Also, evidence that I'm a good spouse: she's seen The Rise of Skywalker, but I have not. Then again, from what I've heard --