Top 10 Most Annoying Things About Parents
So my mom gives me 200 pesos a day for my allowance. That means 1000 a week. Sometimes she gives the whole 1000 to me on Monday, and other times only 400, then she gives me the rest on Wednesday. Last week (Actually, I'm not sure when), she gave me 400 on a Monday. I had a journalism contest then, so I took it like normal. The contest lasted until Wednesday. That Wednesday morning, I was feeling depressed because I found out that I wasn't in the rankings, so I ate my breakfast quickly, took my allowance, and left for school to attend the awarding ceremony, which, by the way, totally sucked. But the thing is, the allowance I took was only 200 pesos. I didn't question it because in total, I had received 600 pesos, which was the norm for me in three days. The next day, Thursday, she didn't give me any, and I took it in stride because I still had some allowance that the school gave me from the contest I participated in. However, come Friday, and she still hadn't given me the rest of my allowance, I confronted her about it before I left the house.
Me: Hey, Mom. I need the rest of my allowance to last until Friday. I'm running short of money.
Mom: What are you saying? I gave the whole 600 to you last Wednesday.
Me: What? You only gave me 200 pesos last Wednesday.
Mom: No, I gave you a 500-peso bill and one 100. I gave it to you because you were participating in a contest, and I was afraid that you would run out of money.
Me: I didn't see any 500-peso bill on the table. I only saw a hundred and two fifty-peso bills.
Mom: I'm sure I gave you that 600. Where did you place it?
Me: I don't know because, as I said, I didn't receive it, if you even gave it to me.
Mom: I gave it to you.
Me: I don't remember you giving me any 500-peso bill.
Mom: Look, last Wednesday, I gave you 600, and gave your younger brother 200. (My brother and I have the same allowance.)
Then I suddenly felt suspicious of my... more
Me doing homework. The mom comes in. I look at her. She looks at the homework. "Do this part," she says. I tell her, "That's not homework." "DO IT," the mom says. "The teacher didn't say," I say. "But I said," Mom says. The argument goes on for a long time. Finally, I do it.
Before handing in the homework - I rub it out. The teacher reviews our homework. "Sam, come here," the teacher says. "You are not meant to do this part." He tells her, "Mom told me to." "Didn't you tell her?" the teacher asks. "I did," Sam says. "Are you sure?" I raise my hand. "That's what my mom said." "Really?" she says. "I rubbed it out before I handed it in," I say. "Okay, I will talk to your parents at the parent/teacher interview," she says. The interview is a long time away.
A homework assignment later, I get the homework. Mom looks at it. "Didn't you do this part?" I say, "No." She sees the note left by the teacher. "Okay, I understand," she says. The note says that parents shouldn't force what's on the homework because they are not up to speed. A few homework assignments later, Mom forgets the note.
Usually, I'm talking to my father, but then he thinks I'm "debating" or "getting an attitude". My mother is the same way, but she's a little more aggressive. So anyway, today he thought I was debating, and she jumps in.
It was all because I had on pajamas, but I wasn't going anywhere, so why would I put on clothes? She jumped in and said, "Pajamas." I was already wearing some, so I was confused. She got mad at me because she thought I knew what they meant when I really didn't. I was trying to explain that he didn't specify at first, and he told me to stop talking. He was like, "If you know the answer, why are you still talking?"
Then they did something I really hate: talk at the same time. They both said, "If you don't want to wear it, stay your ass upstairs!" Well, I'll be damned. At least I had the decency to wear a bra under my pajama shirt!
Always. I told my mom that I was going to be starting my new seasonal weekend job and she yelled at me about it. She said I complain about not having enough time for everything, and that it is too far from home. She is the one who told me to get a seasonal weekend job in the first place, and this one is a little closer to home than the one she made me apply for, and I haven't even been contacted about that one. I recently quit my other job so I would have more time for my homework and to pass all of my classes. I still have to pay for my car, insurance, and save money for life, though. Then, half an hour later, she took my dad and little sister out somewhere to eat, thinking I wouldn't know they were leaving because I was doing some homework, and didn't say anything to me. I had just left my room to get a snack and heard my parents talking about me. My mom said she didn't say anything to me because she was tired of me having an attitude, but I haven't had an 'attitude' with her.
This just pisses me off as well. My caregiver literally screamed at me for 'accidentally' putting my clothes in the bucket (where my wet clothes are at). Seriously, parents like that need to go to a mental institution.
Story of half my life. My mother refuses to apologize for any of it, too. For example, I own a small speaker for my phone to listen to music. I'm in the basement, listening at a semi-quiet volume. Mind you, my mom is upstairs doing laundry, and you can't hear yourself think in there.
She supposedly yells at me three different times to help her. You CANNOT hear a thing between the upstairs and the basement. So instead of coming downstairs and simply asking for my help, she screams at my lazy stepdad to get me out of my room. So he yells at me because, instead of finding the facts first, they assume I'm ignoring them.
I tried to explain the problem and what really happened, but then they just sat there and ignored me. Even though all day, I cleaned the ENTIRE five-bedroom, three-bath house for them, and not even because I was told to. I did it to be nice. But they still tell me I'm being an arrogant prick because I couldn't hear my mom ONCE. I can't wait to find a job and leave. I'll finally be able to escape this firefight over the littlest of things.
My dad recently joined a church these past 2-3 years and changed. He turned from getting angry and shouting all the time to being angry and then having sudden moments of smiling and niceness afterwards (which is harder to deal with and more confusing!). This month, he started to have us have family meetings every Saturday to talk about rules (I don't like it but unwillingly agreed). But before that, we must listen to him pray before we review our household rules. I'm 17 and I've been raised an atheist (besides going to church for Christmas and such days) my whole life. We are an Asian family, so we're not allowed to talk back to parents no matter how wrong they seem to be. So, for the Saturday meetings, he said we can speak freely - whatever we want. I spoke honestly and told him I wasn't comfortable with him speaking about religion because I wasn't raised like that here and at school either, and then had a fit. I literally had a panic attack, but afterwards, both of my parents got angry and said I was disrespecting them. They said I should listen to him because it's a sign of respect, even if the rest of my family is atheist. I understood, but they did tell me to be honest and then they said I can be honest but then it had to be reasonable.
Once, my dad wanted to pick me up, and I thought my mom was in the car with him because I didn't hear her in the house for the whole day. So, I was going to the front door, and my mom was lying on the couch and said, "Why didn't you say goodbye before going off?" And I simply said, "Well, I thought you were not home or in the car with dad... Ok, so bye mom," and while on the road, my mom called my dad through the speakerphone and said, "Why the hell didn't *my name* say goodbye to me?!" My dad just explained everything, but my mom still thinks I was lying.
I just don't get why parents make a big deal about small things. I just didn't see her when going out and didn't say "bye." What the hell is the problem?!
Let's say you draw nudity, and whether it is in an overtly sexual form or not, it was drawn with highly artistic purposes, which the drawing itself also shows. Your parents find out about this. You get a talk (you know which kind), and you explain the beauty of your art. Yet, they are blinded by perversion and therefore can't see the true beauty of your artwork. This has happened between me and my mom. But I continued to draw nudity, even showed it to different people to annoy her with it, and yeah, continued life.
I have asked my parents many times if they have a favorite child, and they always say no, but I know they do.
They gave me SUCH an ugly name. My name means "star" in Italian. I think my name is ugly. My sister has a beautiful French name, which is Juliet.
My sister is always so lazy. She doesn't turn the light off, and she keeps the sink water running. So I turn it off and get mad at her for not turning it off, and my parents are like, "Take it easy on her!"
It's so annoying because they let her get away with everything, and I get in trouble for it.
My little sister! She gets away with everything, and even when she gets told off, she goes all silent and cries, then she sulks forever. It's like my parents feel sorry for her, and she gets off the hook. Like, why?
My brother is constantly hitting, kicking, and punching me, and he never gets in trouble. I guess it's because he does it so often, and my parents are used to seeing it happen. Whenever I retaliate, I get in big trouble and am told to take the higher ground and not react. Sometimes, it's like I am his personal punching bag. I will complain to my parents, and they'll tell me to stop whining. They don't realize how much force he can actually throw into a punch and how much it can hurt.
My mom will always do this thing if I'm crying. She will go, "Stop crying, or I'll take [insert thing] away." She doesn't get that it doesn't help at all. In fact, it makes me cry more.
Man, this is pretty true. My parents are so strict with things. When I make a little mistake, they get so mad at me! Also, I get very little freedom. Here's an example. One time when I got a candy cane from my teacher, my parents just let me eat a tiny slice of it and then they promised me that I could have some more the next day. Yet, when the next day comes, they throw it out! When I find out, they always say, "Oh sorry, I didn't know."
I tried talking it out with my parents, and they still act this way! They also never leave me alone. They need to understand that I'm an introvert and don't like being very social. They tell me to be social with others even after I tell them that. They also tell everyone they possibly can everything they find out about me. I find it really annoying.
I don't feel safe around them, and I think I'm getting depression from them. I feel abused, let down, and that the future is hopeless. And they don't even care! If you'd like to reach out to me, feel free to do so. I hate being treated like this and would really like some support.
One time I went out with my mom to have lunch with some other mothers and their kids. I was sitting there being polite, barely talking, and when I did, I spoke quietly - in contrast with the loud voices of the other kids. I just sat there and ate for over an hour before I managed to get 20 minutes on my mother's phone. Ten minutes after, I started to get a headache. I told my mom and said I just wanted to lie down in the car. I even specifically stated that she could still stay. Just give me the car keys so I can lay down to rest.
Apparently, that was like telling her that I was picking on kids in school or something, because she turned very nasty then. She started rambling about how I was just trying to go home early (despite the fact I said she could stay) and started to blame the fact that I spent 20 minutes on her phone. Even though I've watched videos on smaller phones for 50 minutes before and did not get a single headache, she insisted it was because of the phone. When I tried to calm her down and explain that it could possibly (probably) be the fact that I was in a small room stuck with like 15 kids screaming for over an hour (I've told her numerous times I get headaches from loud noises), she raised her tone and tried to embarrass me in front of the other adults (pretty sure she succeeded). Later, when I tried to bring up the issue, she claims that she apologized to me in the car. Pretty sure giving me an angry glare through the mirror does not count as an apology.
When my brother decided to study music as a major and a career, my mom was supportive of him. She said, "I'll let you chase your dreams" and that "I'll let my kids decide their future." Thus, I had a conversation about my aspirations, and it went like this:
Me: Mom, I want to be an artist. (I'm in tenth grade, by the way)
Mom: No. That'll never happen. You MUST become a dentist. Art will just be a hobby for you.
Me: Why?
Mom: You'll just starve and live as a beggar if you are an artist.
Me: But you let my brother pursue his dream of becoming a musician. Why won't you support my dreams? I don't want to become a dentist. I'm not interested in it. I love art, so I want to make it my career. Wouldn't it be great if my career would be something that I love to do? I have no interest in being a dentist.
Mom: Look. Dentists have high salaries. That's why you MUST become a dentist. Since you're my child, you have to listen to me. You won't have a choice. If you keep on complaining, I won't even let you draw anymore.
Me: (I ran into my room)
Yup. That's my life. I have no future. Well, my future is controlled by my parents. I have to do what they want me to do. They won't let me do what I want to do. Sometimes, I just think things are unfair. It's my life. I choose how I live. I don't want to spend the rest of my life being something I don't want to be. I just want to be myself. Is that too much to ask for? My mom's such a hypocrite. She even told her friends and my friends' parents about how they should let their children decide their own future and career and be supportive of it, but she won't even support her own child's dream or decisions.
My mom's such a liar.
Me, being a 15-year-old boy belonging to what feels like the worst family ever, can say a lot about it. I feel very bad saying that they are looking after me just because they want to use me. They think when I grow up, I'll become their puppet and continue his business. All the hard work I do, and all the credit goes to my dad. My mom thinks that when I grow up, she will convince me, and then I will make her famous. I have realized it, but what about my younger brother? They have made it out that I have understood their intentions, and that's why I am being tortured, and my younger brother is being supported. That is why my brother has forgotten all his manners and is now wicked. This happens with me every day, so I'm voting.
My mom is always comparing me to other people. "Patricia doesn't do this to her parents! Then why do you?" Or "You need to be more like, let's say, Melissa. Melissa! She at least gets out to meet new people!" Yeah, well, all the times that you've said, "I'm not perfect." Or you yell at me when I say I don't want to do my face, Proactive, and I say I like it the way it is. Even sometimes at night, I hear her talking to my grandma. We live with her, and she's saying mean things about me and everything I do wrong. And my grandma tries to help, but it's always my fault something's happened. Sometimes, when I'm at my dad's, I think she takes that time to do it.
Look, I know my parents might think they know everything because they're adults, but COME ON! Just the other day I was talking to my mom, and my dad comes storming into the kitchen yelling at me, "Rachel! You're supposed to be taking the garbage out! Not sitting around the house!" And then I realized it WAS garbage day, so I just went to go put the garbage near the road.
But that's when the problem began: I asked him what garbage had to go out, and he answered, saying the blue bin, the compost, and the garbage. I wasn't sure if that was correct because I looked outside, and everyone had their black bins and garbage out, so I looked it up on my tablet and told my dad it actually was the black bin and the garbage that had to go out. And guess what he did? He threw a fit right there on the spot! He kept on telling me, "No! You're wrong! It's the blue bin instead of the black bin, and blah, blah, blah." So of course, my response was to correct him, and he continued with his yelling. Ugh, parents.
My parents took my phone because they said my grades didn't meet their expectations, and I got 94 percent and had the highest marks in my class. And after two months, they shaved my head completely without any reason, and they said my hair was matted, which it was not. Then I argued with them, and they said they are older than me and know what to do. I'm 14, and I think I can make the decision to shave my head or not. But no, they don't let me play games on my computer, which I bought myself with my hard-earned money. They also compare me with my friend, but my father got furious when I said that my friend's father's income is twice his.
When I was around 10, my friend told me about Discord, so I created an account and we started messaging each other. He invited me to a server with a couple of our other friends. My mom asked for my account information, so I told her. Then, I discovered she was looking at all of my messages. My friends found out, and they banned me from the server because my mom was also viewing their messages.
Every time my family goes out to dinner, my dad expects me to give him a bite of my food. Sometimes my mom does that, and even my sisters. I don't ask them for their food because I don't want it, but why does everyone want bites of my food? One time at an amusement park, my mom took several bites of my ice cream, and I was mad. Guess what she did? She grounded me because I gave her "a dirty look". I feel like I'm not even allowed to show the slightest bit of frustration if my parents have wronged me. One time, there was this guy in the house and my mom needed money. I had to give her 60 dollars to pay the guy when she could've used her own money. She said she'd pay me back, but she has yet to do it. I just want to make a rule in my family where we only use and are responsible for our own stuff and to not interfere with other people's property.
So I guess my mom thought that I was asleep one night, and she walks into my room. I don't say anything to her or let her know that I'm awake, as I wanted to see what she was doing in my room at 1:30 AM. I watch her walk around with a flashlight, open my desk drawer, take out my wallet, take something out, and then put it back, close the drawer, and leave. I checked my wallet in the morning, and there was more than $100 missing! I asked her if she knew if my sister took it (obviously knowing the answer already), and she said that she wasn't sure and that she would ask my sister later. I then check my wallet again the next day, and there was $50 more than there was the previous day. So she had put some money back in my wallet. I ask her about it the next day, and she admits that she took the money and that she has been doing it for years. I am now 19, and I have since then moved out of my parents' house and have my own now. My mom never did pay me back.
"So, how was school today?" "Well, I learned about the human-" "Oh, that's great! Now let me quiz you on it! How many bones are in the body?" "Well, counting the femur, there are-" "You obviously didn't pay attention! Are you getting good grades?" "I got an 86 out of 100 on the test last week, but I was sick for half of-" "Oh, okay, but why didn't you get 100? Well, I missed three classes last-" "Sure, sure, okay. Well, I guess your phone, iPad, and all your other electronics are mine until you get your-" "But, Mom, I-" "DON'T INTERRUPT ME, YOUNG LADY!"
This is a big part of why I am such a quiet person. All through my upbringing, whenever I tried to say something, my parents and even others would tell me to be quiet or ignore me, so I eventually just stopped talking. Then, as I got older, everyone would get annoyed or call me names because I didn't participate in their conversations, usually because I don't have anything to say about whatever it is they are talking about, or because I don't care about the topic.
My parents are Christians, and they stand against secular music. I create beats, and I love to sing, too - both gospel music and secular music. My parents, especially my Dad, would forbid me to go audition for a secular show to be in the secular music industry so I can finally have a life to live and get out of my parents' home. I made too many excuses for why I didn't do this sooner, but this time, this year, I'm going to go after my dreams, and I don't care what they have to say about anything. It's my life, and I'm going to live it.
My parents want me to be a musician, following THEIR unreached childhood aspirations. They forced me to take piano lessons. They yell at me and insult me when I don't play well and say stuff like, If I disagree with them, I'll end up being poor without any way to earn income.
On the other side, I want to be a doctor. I want to help many others. I do well in school, and I have a lot of potential to be a doctor when I grow up. But they'll never see it because they keep forcing me to be what THEY want and not what I want.
I know absolutely no one with less freedom than me. They have to know the password to every account I ever make. I'm rarely allowed to be anywhere without my parents there, except for school. I've been homeschooled up until now.
I'm not allowed to have friends my parents don't know about, and certainly not a girlfriend. At night, I'm not allowed to close the door so that I can't masturbate (I go in the bathroom). I'm not allowed to use the bathroom at night either. If I leave my room at night even once, they'll ground me for a week or so.
I'm not allowed to use earphones. I'm not allowed to have unsupervised access to the internet.
In terms of religion, this happened to me. I was forced to join the corrupt Roman Catholic Church instead of serving my Lord God and Lord Jesus Christ and following their Word. I was abused for saying no, and it was difficult growing up. Despite this, God looked at me with pity and my friend and mentor made a lot of great websites, such as Signs of the End Times.
I am 22 now and this happened about 10-11 years ago. But other than that, my parents gave (and still give) me TONS of freedom. I've spent days alone at home since I was 11 playing Demons' Souls and they didn't even ask anything, except maybe to check on me every now and then.
So, I live in California, and I'm a sophomore in high school. My dad wants to move our family to Tennessee. While Tennessee is a nice place and all, it doesn't feel like home. I'm a California person. I want the beach and the warm temperatures. Plus, my whole family and friends live in California. The reason my dad wants to move us over there is only because he is tired of being a teacher and wants to create a record pressing plant. Not to mention, all the places he wants to move to are at least a half hour away from the city. He isn't even considering me and my brother, or my mom. It's all for himself.
I wish that there was some other place that would fit both his needs and my own because if we do move, we are going to be lonely. I'm going to have to start off fresh in a new high school where I don't know a single person. Perhaps I will adjust to it and will eventually like it more than California, but it's going to be tough, no doubt, our first year there.
Honestly, when I try to explain anything to my parents when they're angry, they just repeat the same thing over and over, just louder each time.
Nice job, guys. As if that makes what you're saying any more right.
Okay, one time my little sister pooped all over her big white teddy bear, and my dad yelled at her like a two-year-old. I could have said something to him, but I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want him to get mad at me. By the way, typing this was so funny!
YES, that is my dad. He acts so stupid when he's mad, and that's like all the time.
WHY do parents have to be so overprotective? Like, I'm just going to go out with my friends. They want to know who I'm going with, where I'm going, what time I'll be back, etc. If I go home a second later than I said I would, they say, I can't trust you, and not let me go out for the next week or so.
I know it sounds racist, but I have no control over my Asian parents' beliefs. Most are friendly and won't harm us, but they would still make me avoid them due to the stereotype of black people and the crime thing. My mom will obviously make me avoid:
- groups of black teen boys
- old homeless black men
There is one exception to this: I have a black friend who used to go to the same high school as me, and sometimes we see each other in public. I'm allowed to say hi to him.
You know Marlin? Nemo's dad? How he didn't want "anything to happen" to Nemo? Yeah, that kind of suffocating, overprotective love that is just too much for our own good. Oh, and let's not forget the famous quote that overprotective parents always use: "It's not that I don't trust YOU, I just don't trust the people AROUND you!"
Like when you're 18 years old (senior year), and you finally find a guy you like, but they hate him immediately and don't even know him. They just judge him by his looks and his friends, and they let you know they don't like him every chance they get. Also, let me just point out I have never had a boyfriend either. They also always tease me that I will be alone for the rest of my life if I don't find someone. Talk about confusing.
Every time I want to take a break from their judgmental remarks and from school, they always bother me. Then I tell them I want to stay in my room, and they're like: WHY?
And then I get stressed again because they don't understand that I like being alone sometimes!
It happens every single time, no matter what I tell them.
I'm 13, and I've made some bad decisions. I have hit people, had the police involved, but I know I'm not a bad person. I just make stupid choices. And no matter how small the incident, my parents always start calling me names. For example, I wrote that someone is gay on a bin at school, got a day's detention, told my mom, and said I was sorry. So she calls me a little boy. Now, that was last year, and it still hurts. Every time I do something wrong, my dad calls me a disgrace, an embarrassment, says I'm an animal. Sometimes I feel they don't love me.
My mom almost never points out anything good about anyone. If I'm doing something like writing an email to my teacher or something while she's talking to me, she'll be all like, "Why aren't you listening to me? I bet you're just getting bored of me. You don't even like me, do you?" And I'll be like, "No, I'm listening!" And she'll just ignore that and be all like "God knows best." Like what?
But my mom is pretty great. This is just me ranting. I know many other people have much worse mothers.
My mom never bothers to talk to me about things that I like, and I like a lot of different things. She always chooses topics that I don't really like and then she gets mad, saying, "You don't like anything" or "You're such a negative person," and I'm just like, "Oh, please just stop."
Then later I get the conversation like, "People won't like you, you'll never get a job, you'll have no boyfriend or friends." Says the single woman with 0 friends and a disgusting personality.
Yes, pretty much. They think they always know what's best, but they don't. I'm missing school tomorrow, and I don't want to do my homework. My mom thinks I need to for some nonexistent reason. I can turn it in next week without having it marked late. She won't listen, though. Whenever I ask her why, she says, "Because I'll ground you if you don't." And also, "So you don't lose points." Hello? I already told her I wouldn't lose points. Then she told me it wasn't her fault if I didn't care about my grades. It wasn't my fault that she was too busy planning out her next argument that she didn't listen, as she always is. She needs to actually listen to other people. It's really rude!
So true. They avoid the blame for everything just because they're the adults. This is a minor example, but they have done it in more serious situations too: I was at the mall and my dad got me pretzel bites. Since we had just watched a movie, I asked if I could bring the pretzel bites in the van. "No," my mom said, "I still need to talk to your dad about something." Something like that. Then when I finished my pretzel bites, I asked, "Can I get some more, to go?" And my mom said, "You should have asked to go to the van if you wanted them in the van." Excuse me! I DID ask for that, but no, you were so busy talking that you didn't listen to me! Then she blamed ME for not being able to eat pretzel bites in the van. Apparently, it's my fault that she talks too much. No, she's just trying to avoid the blame for it, just because she's the adult and parent, and I'm just a stupid minor. Grrr...
Haha, I often prove my parents wrong and expose them for why they are REALLY doing what they are, and then they get SO MAD and often send me to my room because they can't handle the fact they got proven wrong. A pathetic move.
My mom just sits in one corner and listens to stupid music, and when I tell her she's not doing her job as a mother, she just says I play my computer games too much. Oh, really? I don't. And sometimes, when she sees something interesting on her phone, she smiles, and I try to be nice to her (It's hard to see her smiling when you're unhappy), but she just says, "Oh, I'm not smiling. Probably I did it by accident." And then I say, "Can you please use your earplugs to listen to music, Mom? I don't like your music." Then she gets angry and says, "Then you cover your ears!" I mean, like what? Whose mom is as stupid as mine?!
She always tries to get on her smartphone to chat with friends or look up stuff, but then I sit in a corner, always doing my homework. Sometimes I get really fed up. What's more, when I complete my homework, I get no game time or free time.
I'm really angry, and it's luck I can post this here without my mom seeing I'm using the computer.
This is so true and annoying. Whenever I am seen on my phone or any electronic device, which I'm barely on, they snatch it from me, saying I'm on it too much. I'm always spending time with them, so when I get alone time, I try to text my friends, which is not that often. I purposefully go to my room for a few moments just to text or go on the internet, but they either barge in and see me and take it away. They say I'm on electronics too much, but they just happen to catch me on them at those rare moments. It's really starting to get to me.
I honestly think that they enjoy seeing all the texts on our phones. I always chat with my friends in our group chat. Mom and Dad keep looking at my phone so they can know who I'm chatting with. When my mom had to go to school to get my report card, she asked my class adviser if I have a boyfriend. I knew that from our class adviser before the last day of school. I mean, seriously? Just because I'm texting or chatting with someone doesn't mean I have a boyfriend! Really, gosh!