C2V wrote:
If children are screaming or otherwise making a lot of noise in a public space, you should be well within your rights to tell their parents to shut them up. I'm not advocating the complete children-should-be-seen-not-heard attitude, but in areas like trains (ESPECIALLY designated quiet carriages) or restaurants, people should not have to out up with children screaming or yelling shrilly. But if you say anything against a child to their parents, like "this is a quiet space, please keep your children quiet or move away," you're automatically a monster.
This drives me crazy. Children are allowed to just ruin everything for everyone and make other uncomfortable whenever they want, and no one is allowed to say anything.
this. this so much.
i find a good portion of them absolutely unbearable, within my family too.
when i am in my "room" (which is just a small connecting room with all my tat in it) and i'm drawing in the background of a party going on in the backyard adjacent, inevitably,
inevitably, there will be small children obsessed one of two things: whatever it is in my room they find fascinating, be it small toy cars or miniature food package replicas...or my drawings, or the desk i use for said drawings.
i am engrossed in a painting and my 6 year old, cousin is playing with my chair, turning it, poking my hair, turning off my phone which i use for music, asking me what i am painting...when adequately answering such would require a dissertation far too lengthy for her attention span, and one i am not even prepared to spout.
i mind my own damn business drawing, and some other snot nosed, fat little buggers are grabbing stuff off my refrigerator with their sweaty mitts, hovering dangerously close to my mounted paintings i spent too much time on. i get up for a drink and they lift the lid off my "desk", with all my stuff on it. and bang on the keys underneath. surprised the sheer weight doesn't hurt them. he keeps asking me where his toy gone after i told him i had no idea where it went (i really didn't).
they run,
screaming past me from the living room, to the backyard, back and forth until my grandpa tells them to calm down.
i normally am disgusted by their mother (read: my aunt) but when she told them to stop bouncing off the damn art covered walls and to not make a mess, i almost cheered her on.
you may say i have far too thin skin, but i do not bloody care.
makes me glad i was never a kid.
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