I think it's odd that grown-ups quarrel so easily and so often and about such petty matters.
Up to now I always thought bickering was just something children did and that they outgrew it.
Often, of course, there's sometimes a reason to have a real quarrel, but the verbal exchanges that take place here are just plain bickering.
I should be used to the fact that these squabbles are daily occurrences,
but I'm not and never will be as long as I'm the subject of nearly every discussion.
(They refer to these as “discussions” instead of “quarrels,” but Germans don't know the difference!)
They criticize everything, and I mean everything, about me: my behavior, my personality, my manners;
every inch of me, from head to toe and back again, is the subject of gossip and debate.
Harsh words and shouts are constantly being flung at my head, though I'm absolutely not used to it.
According to the powers that be, I'm supposed to grin and bear it. But I can't! I have no intention of taking their insults lying down.
I'll show them that Anne Frank wasn't born yesterday.
They'll sit up and take notice and keep their big mouths shut when I make them see they ought to attend to their own manners instead of mine.
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