Parental Fighting

Well let it be known i love to argue. i mean i'd argue with a computer, a stop sign, a brick wall, a bad event, an animal whatever. I'm so stubborn and sometimes i have a natural tendency to just keep arguing, even if im not interested, not behind my argument, making up some irrelevant material to prolong the argument, or just to really let out my anger on something so trivial. often i enrage at the little things and mom has the worst little things. normally i dont blow up at anyone but my mom.

so mom and i argue. its more a big long sigh on my part and a lot of unattended listening waiting for it to end or me just going off at her for something minuscule that doesn't deserve yelling. i cant pinpoint a specific argument besides the one i just had minutes ago that reminded me to write this blog. it was about cheating. i feel it was necessary in surviving the class as someone who took the class and she feels it was wrong and shouldn't have ever been considered as an option as an outside observer. it was probably the closest thing to a logical reasonable argument we've ever had. most of what we argue about are about unwinable subjects such as:

Me not talking loud enough.
Her lack of hearing skills.
Me mumbling.
Her being in the room next to me too far away to hear words, only sounds.
Me being locked out of my own home .
Her locking the front door whenever she sees it unlocked.
Arguing the exact words of a sentence to catch her in a loop hole.
Her buying a knock off brand of food, like food lion store brand over tyson (i believe in the real thing or nothing at all when it comes to food. anything less than the real thing is just bad)
Taking a daily vitamin.
The placement of my papers and other discards from sophomore year that she feels does not need to be in her space but a lowly 4 ft away on another table.
Her reminding me to organize the stack of crap she moved to that table without telling me.
Her moving things when i put them there for a mental reminder.
Items have "homes" ex: shoes in closest, cables in cabinet, papers on tables.
Why i cant leave my ipod cables in a unused spot in front of the computer.
Chores, chores, chores. my chores are to vacuum my room and a hallway and to clean the bathroom on that hallway. cleaning the toilet and shower is the only one i take seriously.
Me telling her, "i've got this, this, and this, and it needs to be done by then" and then her reminding me all weekend of what i told her.
Parking my car in the garage so i dont get frost in the morning.
Calling me to check in after 8 hours of not hearing from me. let the record show i've never been raped, mugged, kidnapped, beaten up, involved in gangs, drug dealing, theft or prison. me leaving the house is just that, leaving the house. when i get a call from the house then that defeats the purpose.
Calling her about whether ill be home for dinner, even though just assume i won't be there.
Her moving and dump more crap from a second upstairs table to my dresser in my room downstairs.
Me holding the door open for her in public when i didnt give any indiction that i was about to hold the door, and i pass the door to her only to have her slip through it and be annoyed at me for not holding it.
The fact that someone should fed the goat now and then.
The fact that shes listening and hearing me but not comprehending me.
Her being peepy at 6:58 am when im pissed off tired.
Me driving her or dads car without a written authorization form from McCurry-Deck... my dad is the head of mccurry-deck!
How she drives (i've long given up on this one. i quietly and angrily keep quiet as we brake and gas, brake and gas. breaking into a curve?? come on)
Telling her there's a message on the answering machine when she is facing it, sorting mail or doing something else involving not looking at it.
Asking me a yes or no question from one side of a room to me 10feet away on the other end of the kitchen, me nodding yes while i eat something, her saying after a 4 second pause "huh? i couldn't hear you", me erupting saying " I nodded my head yes. i didnt even say anything", her saying "well i didn't look, i was busy at the sink" and me puzzled, angry, wondering if I'm kin to her saying "you asked me a question that could be answered with one glance and you didn't look to see if i was answering?!?!"

most of the arguments end in me doing several sighes and facepalms

the list goes on and on but really i think it all relates back to being treated as a child. i am her child so its hard to blame her for these things but its not hard overreacting to them. i channel pretty much outside frustrations into any argument. is it unfair to the person im yelling at? yes, yes it is.