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There’s a very specific kind of horror that hits when you’re mid-argument, mouth already open, ready to deliver something cool and cutting, and out comes your mother’s voice instead of your own.
Last week, my sister and I were arguing about something spectacularly pointless, whose turn it was to put the AC on a timer. I was fully prepared to defend my case when I heard myself say, “I’m not going to repeat myself,” in a tone I didn’t even know I possessed.
Except I do. Apparently, for years, I’ve been unknowingly recording my mother’s greatest hits somewhere deep in my subconscious, and now they’re auto-playing without my permission.
It doesn’t stop there. I’ve caught myself sighing, “the sigh”. Doing the one-eyebrow raise that used to make teenage me immediately rethink every life choice. Saying, “It’s not about the money, it’s about the principle,” over a ₹30 chai.
There was no warning, no onboarding process, no terms and conditions. One day you’re convinced you’ll grow up to be your own person, and the next you’re basically your mom’s personality with a software update.
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The worst part? You never catch it in the moment. You realise it about half a second after the words have already escaped, hanging in the air with no undo button. Then everyone around you gives you that look, the one that says, Did you just sound exactly like your mother? Yes. Yes, I did against my own wishes.
As a teenager, I genuinely believed I’d be different. I’d be the chill one. I’d never say things like, “Because I said so,” or master that disappointed silence that somehow lasted three business days. Yet here I am, slowly unlocking new maternal features every time someone tests my patience.
Honestly, I’ve stopped resisting. Maybe this is just adulthood. Not paying taxes or buying kitchen appliances – those come later. The real sign you’ve grown up is realising your mom’s dialogue has become your default argument script. At this point, I might as well embrace it. The next time someone picks a fight with me, I’m one inconvenience away from saying, “Because I said so,” and honestly it’ll probably work.
Sources: Blogger’s own opinion
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