Inside her little mind

I would love to know what goes on inside her little mind, because I can't figure it out, as tiny as the mind is.

She kept asking me to help her look at stupid tablets because she wants one. By tablets, I mean iPads, Samsung Note thingies, and whatever other tablets there are. I don't know.

She really wants one, but decides to do no research whatsoever because there's "no point" because she wouldn't understand anyway.
So who does she ask? Me.

I'm almost as clueless as she is on these tablets, because frankly, I have no interest for them. So when she asks me about them, I say "I don't know", because I don't know.
Fuck, I don't know why that's so hard to understand.

We went to a counter today with the Samsung tablets and I start touching random apps and swiping the pad while she looks, and and she keeps asking me "Which one is better? How does it feel?"
Oh come on. Was I wearing a uniform with a name tag? No.
But there sure was another guy right next to you who was.
She didn't even bother touching the tablets, like they've been poisoned, just kept her arms tucked in, holding her elbows. If you want them, why don't you try them out? Is it that hard to... touch a fucking screen?
I was so pissed off and annoyed, because she's been on about this for ages, and I've agreed to follow her around to check them out with her, but she's not doing anything. I said "It feels okay." and gave her an annoyed look.

She pulled me aside and started yelling at me.
Why is your attitude so horrid?
Why can't you help out your parents? You never help us when we ask.
I bet you help your friends whenever they ask!
I'm only asking you about the tablets because YOU know better (even though I... don't) and you won't even choose for me!

Really. You want to know why I won't fucking choose for you? Because then I'd probably have to teach you how to use it, because I chose it. Which means I know how to use it. What kind of fucking logic do you retain in that fucking stupid brain of yours? Why do you always have to start a fucking fight?
My attitude? Trust me, I would do the same to my friends. It's like asking me what brand of microwaves to get. I would say, I don't know, maybe you should ask and test them out, and make the decision yourself! Voila!
I told her maybe she should, oh I don't know, try touching the fucking screen? for the umpteenth time.
And she says, "but I won't know the difference, so you choose for me."

Jesus H. Christ, who the fuck is going to be using that oh-so-desirable tablet in the future?
Why the.. oh fucking god, never mind.

Her maturity, of course, continued well throughout the day.
I switched on the wifi in the house, and then she switched it off.
So I went back upstairs to switch it on again. Easy as pie.

"Who told you you could switch on the internet?"

Oh deary me. I didn't realise I had to ask for fucking permission from a fucking child, because that's what she is reduced to, when her little mind takes over.

Always out with my friends, she says.
Never spend time with the family, she says.

I really wonder why. Spending time with "family" drives me out of my fucking mind.

And she always does this. She always blows up right before I'm due to meet up with some friends. Tomorrow, I had planned for Jason, Shengy, and Yon Chau to come over so we can bake and have fun together. Of course, she sees to it that I start the day with the worst mood possible so my friends would be disgusted by me. She thinks all my friends are just using me, and none of them cares about me as I do to them.

I don't even think she's aware that she does this all the time. Screw up my mind before I go to a party, or even just going out for dinner with other people. Sometimes she even makes me change my plans because her way is "always better".

This is why you don't have any fucking friends, mother.