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You can't make me! nyeh nyeh
I've been sick lately, and my mom has it in her head to give me Vitamin C tablets. I however, HATE taking pills. Yes, they are the chewable kind, but this is almost worse, because I not only hate orange-flavored things, I especially hate artificially-flavored fake-orange-flavored things that have a chalky aftertaste... [[like these tablets]]
So I simply don't take them. She hands them to me, and on my way out of the kitchen, I put them back in the bottle. she never notices. Do you have any sneaky [or not-so-sneaky, just effective] ways of getting out of the things you don't want to do? |
~~ At work ~~
Someone: Hey, could you please put these 2006 documents back on the Archives Me: Yeah, sure! ~~ 2 days later ~~ Someone: Did you putthose 2006 files away? Me: Oh! I would love too.. but you see... i have all those 2007 files to Protocol, all the stuff i do at banks during the afternoon, PLUS, iwasnt working here on 2006 so i took my priority in keeping only the 2007 files onm place for now... but as soon as i see a window i'll take care of them all.. it's a Half-day work, dont worry, im on it! You know... jsut in case the boss comes here and see all those 2007 files laying around,asking -you- why am -i- dealing with 2006 thingies... Someone: oh... okay then.... Seriously... i pull crap like this EVERYDAY.... |
I tell myself I'll do it later.
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My dad used to be disgusted by how dirty my room was, so he gave me a ton of garbage bags and told me every day he wanted me to throw out fifty things. So I filled one, took it downstairs, showed him, opened the door to throw it out, then snuck it back upstairs and hid it in my closet.
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But seriously, a ton of stuff has Vitamin C. Lots of fruits, veggies... hell, even Kool Aid gives you vitamin C. To get out of things I don't want to do, I just say I have to go to work. Rather effective. |
Oh I am the worst when it comes to stuff like this. I try to be very dramatic and ridiculous about things I don't want to do. My mom sometimes asks me to move my sweatshirt from a table downstairs--something that takes 15 seconds. Days will go by and it will sit there. When she asks again I'll say something like "I'm getting to it" or "I'm planning on doing that job on friday" or "I'm gonna do that on the weekend." It's weird. Big jobs that are actually time consuming and difficult I will do right away or start on my own but it's the little things that I never want to do.
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I will ship you oranges.
I AM SICK BUT I WON'T TAKE THINGS THAT MIGHT HELP ME BECAUSE DAMN THE ESTABLISHMENT!
Calling in sick is a tried-and-true method for getting out of work, practiced by all far and wide. EDITED CONTENT ADDED AT A TIME NOT THE SAME AS THE ORIGINAL POST: Living on your own has the advantage that, instead of trying to play tricks on/deal with mothers, you can play tricks on yourself and damn your own medicine. And make couch forts. To attack the kitchen. OH MAN there were no survivors in the popcorn raid. The land of Couch successfully claimed the television and all its glory. Also, passing on research to lab co-workers is good times. Unless they get a paper out of it without your name on it somewhere. OPPORTUNITY MISSED, CHARISMA DOWN! But, really, the way I normally get out of doing things I don't want to do is by not doing them. It's a pretty straightforward and simple battleplan. I figure my friends should be able to deal with blunt honesty, so they shouldn't expect me to hem and haw and eventually acquiesce -- same goes for family. The only time this fails is when it's an assignment from "the bossmans" aka my advisor aka the one funding me aka |
I tend not to be as vocal. Actions speak louder than words. Like when my mom tried to volunteer me for the third volunteer position in addition to my job two summers ago, I filled out the info portion of the form, then didn't check what I wanted to help with and walked out. She and I didn't talk the rest of the day.
Walking out quietly rather than arguing actually is involved in a lot of my refusals with her. I usually end up in the car with the keys in the ignition to wait for her to arrive seething and quietly explain to her that I simply am not putting up with whatever I'm refusing to do. But dang it, I'm 20 years old and should be able to make a few decisions for myself, even if I DO live at home. |
I post here instead of doing stuff I really should. It really doesn't trick anyone other than myself, and I think I may be catching on...
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