There are 3 things I do that irritate my mom.
The first, ironically, is mentioning her getting annoyed with me. She can't stand when I bring up the things she gets annoyed with me about. She's going to absolutely hate this email. I love you, Mom.
The second, unfortunately, is my inability to shut up. She's not exactly down with the whole long-story-long thing, probably because she's been subjected to the same energy 24/7 from my dad for since 1983, so there's no patience left for my stories.
The third, hilariously, is my unnecessarily in-depth descriptions. I'll explain.
Growing up, I never just had a headache; I had splitting migraines that made my forehead feel like a punching bag.
I didn't just have cramps; I had devil-sent knives violently scraping the inside of my stomach lining.
No matter what the situation was—the good, the bad, the disgusting (Gail's least favorite)—I'd use the most ridiculously accurate adjectives and how-did-you-even-think-of-that terms to describe what I was feeling, much to my mother's dismay.
She doesn't exactly appreciate the level of detail in which I describe the events of my day-to-day, likely because of Annoying Thing I Do #2.
Some people—her included—may call this dramatic, but *I* call it being specific.
I simply want everyone to understand the severity of what I'm going through, okay?!
The more precisely I'm able to describe something, the better the person on the other end of the conversation is able to understand it.
And, long-story-long part aside, I think this Trait That Mom Hates is one of the things that makes me such a great copywriter. 😏
(Actually, it's one of the things that could make you a really great copywriter, too.)
