You know what's really condescending and disrespectful? Being talked to like a fucking five year old when you are damn well over twenty one. I'll give you a scenario that just happened 3 minutes ago that made my blood boil and my night ruined.
I'm in the bathroom, getting ready for the night, washing my face. I hear a knock of the door and the call of my name. I answer, "Yeah?" It's my mother, and she speaks to me through the door. "Do you have the box of threads and sewing bag?" Me, with a face full of suds, eyes closed and sort of discombobulated. "Uh? I think -- I think so. I'm not sure, let me finish up and get it for you." She says, "Okay." Walks away and then says something to me in the form of a question but I didn't hear her and I didn't bother to say, "What was that?" because I'm getting out anyway.
After rising my face and drying myself off, I head towards my bedroom and gather together all the sewing materials I used for SEWING and went downstairs to hand them off to my mom. I see her and she has that look of irritation and annoyance. As someone who has experienced her outbursts, I'm immune to this and say, "Here ya go, this should be everything."
As I'm about to turn around to head back upstairs, she grabs the sewing scissors (which were new by the way, we never had sewing scissors and always used regular scissors), looks at them then looks at me. "What did you use these scissors for?" I was a bit taken aback and confused and answer, "Um? Fabric? That's what they're used for, right? Fabric? For sewing?" I was so confused and my mom look at me hesitatingly and was replied, "These are fabric scissors and only meant for fabric, not paper or anything else as they can dull the blades."
I stood there almost flabbergasted because:
2. The tone was condescending.
3. I took a full year of fashion class and probably know more about sewing than my mom.
I chuckled and shook my head. "Yes, I know what Fabric scissors are. They're for fabric, aren't they? I learned that in fashion class." I said as a matter of factly.
I mean, fuck. Should I have fucked around and say no, I used them to cut paper and make cute little arts and crafts and show them to my mommy and daddy what I created, like I'm in kindergarten? I'm 25 years old. I know what Fabric scissors are, and I know what they are for and what they aren't for. I'm not 5.
...And you're welcome, by the way, Mom. For bringing you the sewing shit since you didn't say thank you since you were so fucking worried about me using the fabric scissors wrong. Jesus fucking christ.