My sister was on the phone earlier talking to another Comfort Keepers worker and she sounded degrading to the other person and I told her so. Her response was to throw a Hershey's kiss at me really hard. It nicked me on the side of my chin and finished off by hitting me in the throat. Needless to say it was not a pleasant kiss. Afterwords we started arguing about "our" (my brother's and my, even though he wasn't part of the conversation) responses about her life. She thought we were totally dissing her choices and life, when really I couldn't care less.
She specifically remarked about the quote I had put on the dry-erase board in the kitchen that she was offended by. "I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires." -- Susan B. Anthony. See, that didn't really have anything to do with her because she doesn't feel compelled by "God" to do things in ways that, oh, say, George Bush or religious fanatics feel like God is telling them to do.
I could say the same about her too, though. Any time I even start looking like I'm fawning over a guy, or let slip I think a guy is cute, or mention that I want to get out of the house and socialize, she gets this disapproving look like I've been a bad boy and need careful parent guidance away from the hot stove. -.-'
What's really bad about arguing with her is that she always thinks people are always out to get her unless you're doing exactly what she thinks you should be doing. She's a stereotypical Christian in the respect that no matter how much you try to reason with them they always play the part of the martyr. x-x