May I?
Why is it in this world that we always have to ask permission. Not only do we have to ask permission, but we have to do it properly.
It’s not, “Can I go out to play?” or “Mom, Can I just have a drink before I go to sleep?”
It’s “May I go out to play?” or “Mom, May I have a drink before I go to sleep?”
Everything is “May I this?” and “May I that?” What happened to initiative and the right to make your own decisions? We should be more independent and not have to ask permission to do anything.
I’ve been trying to convince my parents that this is the case, after all, I’m 33 years old. Granted I still live at home, but that should not matter.
They never use “May I” when talking to me. Shouldn’t they say, “May I suggest some wonderful job opportunities that are available in another part of the State? No, they continually dispel with the “May I” protocol and it’s, “You need to get a job and move out of the house!”
You would think they would show some appreciation to someone who has diligently supported their food and shelter sharing, without burdening them with having to deal with added money management; if I actually paid them. Think of how easy I make it for them not to have to keep records on money’s owed them for services that they willingly provide.
Sometimes I wish they would just give some more independence without reminding me of my older siblings, all of which have high paying occupations and are living with families of their own. I bet they didn’t get to where they are with any “May I’s”.
But that’s the way it is. Despite the fact that they keep telling me that, “All Things seem possible with a May I” It just doesn’t seem to work for me.
But I’ll keep trying. “Hopefully, if I am patient with them and wait a little longer, like till I’m 50, then “May”be they’ll let me do what I want to do, which is right now, not doing anything, and welching all I can from them.
Oops, did I say that out loud?
