my mother is absolutely batshit crazy and i can’t stand it. she goes on about humanity when sometimes i struggle to see her own. i have never met a person more closed off to their own bullshit in my life.
re: the submersible that imploded on its way to visit the Titanic site, she goes on about she “knows as a human being” that going to that depth is fucking stupid, that they (the tourists) should have known better (i.e. should have known that the submersible’s design was flawed, untested, etc.), the list goes on.
how are any of those people expected to know that a sphere on its own is a more stable/strong shape to withstand water pressure (at any depth) than a cylinder attached to its arse end? how are they expected to know the design was faulty? i don’t know fuck all about flying or space travel, but i still expect whatever vessel i’m in to be safe. i’m not looking up the blueprints of the exact model of airplane i’m taking to go on vacation. neither would she, but it’s still reasonable to expect that she’ll get to her destination without blowing up.
my dad and i bring all of this up to her, and she just doubles down and condemns fucking airplanes and space travel, too.
the kicker? my dad was a submariner. she knows this. she married the damn man while he was still a submariner. my dad is the only one of the three of us who would have chosen not to board the submersible because he knew the design wasn’t safe. he knows what goes into keeping military-grade submarines maintained and safe. submariners have to know every job on the boat on top of their own backwards and forwards before they’re qualified. mum knows this. she fucking knows that.
even with a submariner father, i would have had no idea what made for a safe/unsafe submersible design.
if i spent the day tallying everything this woman said and categorized it into “positive” or “negative” comments about something, i would bet my life it’s at least 90% negative.
- mentally ill child of a mentally ill parent
