rant-on-mom
May. 1st, 2002 10:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crazyfurriesWell now.. yet more evidence in favor of my current theory that my mom has NO FUCKING clue who her daughter is as a person. No fucking idea that I DON'T FOLLOW THOSE GODAMNED MONKEY FUCKING pile of shit rules that just make no sense. I am now convinced that I MUST have been adopted at birth.
Reason? Simple, whilst i was upstairs cooking the flan for my spanish class, I happened to casually mention the fact i was looking for a ride to prom this year. She asked what I was wearig, i sad the same dress I wore last year. I've only worn it ONCE IN THE SINGLE TIME THAT I'VE BOUGHT IT!
She practically had kittens, the way she reacted. Then Pinky McFuckhead decided to add his two cents worth. their reason i am NOT to be allowed to go to my senior prom this saturday in that dress. "It's not socially acceptable, people will make more fun of you."
..
For the past FUCKING YEAR no one has made fun of me, or the way I act, or the way I dress. No one GIVES A FLYING RAT'S SHIT! And quite frankly I wouldn't give a pile of dog piss about it even if people DID talk and gossip like a bunch of moronic crows. I've never given a flying fsck about anything those people may think or say about me.
But Nooow.. since i'm so hell bent on going to my LAST PROM, she has decided to BAN me from going there in that dress.
Well fuck her. It's my last year and I don't CARE what the rest of the school thinks.
What kills me is the fact that she just doesn't seem to grasp what it is that makes me so volatile when it comes to a topic like this.
Her answer is just this. "That's the way things are. Accept it."
Sorry MOTHER DEAR, but I' don't lie back and accept things, I have to know reasons behind rules, I have to be able to have a decent motivation for FOLLOWING rules that were probably made unspoken rules of social conduct by some dumb ass fucking cheerleader who didn't want the lower class students coming to the prom, or whittling down the self-esteem of others wa sjust a way of getting shits and giggles.
Well mom or no mom I'm finding a ride there, and GOING to that god damn prom and she ain't gonna fucking stop me.
Reason? Simple, whilst i was upstairs cooking the flan for my spanish class, I happened to casually mention the fact i was looking for a ride to prom this year. She asked what I was wearig, i sad the same dress I wore last year. I've only worn it ONCE IN THE SINGLE TIME THAT I'VE BOUGHT IT!
She practically had kittens, the way she reacted. Then Pinky McFuckhead decided to add his two cents worth. their reason i am NOT to be allowed to go to my senior prom this saturday in that dress. "It's not socially acceptable, people will make more fun of you."
..
For the past FUCKING YEAR no one has made fun of me, or the way I act, or the way I dress. No one GIVES A FLYING RAT'S SHIT! And quite frankly I wouldn't give a pile of dog piss about it even if people DID talk and gossip like a bunch of moronic crows. I've never given a flying fsck about anything those people may think or say about me.
But Nooow.. since i'm so hell bent on going to my LAST PROM, she has decided to BAN me from going there in that dress.
Well fuck her. It's my last year and I don't CARE what the rest of the school thinks.
What kills me is the fact that she just doesn't seem to grasp what it is that makes me so volatile when it comes to a topic like this.
Her answer is just this. "That's the way things are. Accept it."
Sorry MOTHER DEAR, but I' don't lie back and accept things, I have to know reasons behind rules, I have to be able to have a decent motivation for FOLLOWING rules that were probably made unspoken rules of social conduct by some dumb ass fucking cheerleader who didn't want the lower class students coming to the prom, or whittling down the self-esteem of others wa sjust a way of getting shits and giggles.
Well mom or no mom I'm finding a ride there, and GOING to that god damn prom and she ain't gonna fucking stop me.
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*hugstight*
Date: 2002-05-01 09:29 pm (UTC)She still hates it when I lock my door to my bedroom before going to bed. She thinks it'll be a fire hazard. She's even gone so far as to get a toothpick to pick the lock from the other side to gain access.
*hugs and kisses*
Try to keep your chin up ok. I love you.