Well then.
Since I apparently am not going to be getting any major inspirations to start writing anything soon, I'm just going to rant for awhile since I can't do that on Facebook or Twitter anymore. I hate that my mother has a Facebook and a Twitter.
And there is the source of my ranting for the moment. My lovely mother. Now, don't get me wrong. I do love her. I usually don't have any problems with her. Except when she decides to act like an immature middle school brat. I admit that I got a little upset earlier because I wanted to go out and do something by myself, and she wouldn't let me go because of the snow. Of course, this was after she had told me all about how the roads weren't that bad and how she would drive in worse conditions all the time when she was my age. Her reason for not letting me go? "Because I said so. Besides, you haven't ever driven in snow before."
Well, HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO LEARN HOW TO DRIVE IN IT IF YOU WON'T LET ME?! And besides, yes I have driven in the snow before. I live on a freaking plateau now. There has been snow. This is why I want to get back to my dorm. To get away from you, mother.
However, that's not all. She of course notices that I'm a little upset, and so she sits down next to me while I'm on the computer and looks over my shoulder at what I'm doing. Which I hate. More than just about anything. And of course she asks, "What are you doing?"
What the fuck does it look like I'm doing? Why are you asking me such a pointless question? I'm trying to read fanfiction, which is kind of hard to do with you creeping over my damn shoulder. I kind of look at her like..."Are you serious?" and say "nothing." And I go back to my computer. She suggests that I get my dad to take me to a movie. I refrained from rolling my eyes and telling her that when I said I was bored, I was politely saying that I'm sick and tired of being around every single one of my family members, and I want some damn time alone, so let me leave. Instead I say that there aren't any movies out that I want to see and that dad is busy working anyway. So she sits there for a little while longer before picking up my Wii remote and asking me what the 'B' button was. I stared at her for a minute and replied, "It's a button."
Mother then proceeds to glare at me as if I'd just said several profanities all directed at her. Then I continue on in my explanation and say that the button has a different function for different games. At this point, she gets up, stomps away (I literally mean stomp. Like a petulant eight year old) muttering things like "Don't know why I even try, completely uncalled for, so rude, blah, blah, blah"
And now she's giving me the silent treatment. And I'm still not entirely sure what the hell it is that I did.
I want all of this stupid snow to melt already so that I can get out of this damn house and away from my mother. It really doesn't help that my mom won't let me be in my room without her texting me and asking me what I'm doing and saying that she's bored and that I should do something about it. I'm tired of being smothered. I mean, the other day, I mentioned possibly working for the CDC once I'm done with school. She said that it would be a cool job, but that I wasn't allowed to because the CDC is in Atlanta, which is three hours away from where we live. And she was being deadly serious.
My mom is the reason why I didn't go to a college in New York like I wanted to. I felt bad about going that far away because she would practically fall apart whenever I would mention going out of state. She's the reason why I couldn't stay at Governor's School for the whole month because she wouldn't let me stay during the weekends. She's even said that she won't let me study abroad later on. She's serious about all of this. My "friends" all tell me that, oh she's just teasing. (Friends in quotations shall be explained some other time.) She's not. I think that I know my mother better than anyone.
I really wish that she would just let me be. I'm eighteen for fuck's sake. Why can I not try things out for myself? I know that I sound like I'm whining, but this is just the way I feel right now.
And there is the source of my ranting for the moment. My lovely mother. Now, don't get me wrong. I do love her. I usually don't have any problems with her. Except when she decides to act like an immature middle school brat. I admit that I got a little upset earlier because I wanted to go out and do something by myself, and she wouldn't let me go because of the snow. Of course, this was after she had told me all about how the roads weren't that bad and how she would drive in worse conditions all the time when she was my age. Her reason for not letting me go? "Because I said so. Besides, you haven't ever driven in snow before."
Well, HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO LEARN HOW TO DRIVE IN IT IF YOU WON'T LET ME?! And besides, yes I have driven in the snow before. I live on a freaking plateau now. There has been snow. This is why I want to get back to my dorm. To get away from you, mother.
However, that's not all. She of course notices that I'm a little upset, and so she sits down next to me while I'm on the computer and looks over my shoulder at what I'm doing. Which I hate. More than just about anything. And of course she asks, "What are you doing?"
What the fuck does it look like I'm doing? Why are you asking me such a pointless question? I'm trying to read fanfiction, which is kind of hard to do with you creeping over my damn shoulder. I kind of look at her like..."Are you serious?" and say "nothing." And I go back to my computer. She suggests that I get my dad to take me to a movie. I refrained from rolling my eyes and telling her that when I said I was bored, I was politely saying that I'm sick and tired of being around every single one of my family members, and I want some damn time alone, so let me leave. Instead I say that there aren't any movies out that I want to see and that dad is busy working anyway. So she sits there for a little while longer before picking up my Wii remote and asking me what the 'B' button was. I stared at her for a minute and replied, "It's a button."
Mother then proceeds to glare at me as if I'd just said several profanities all directed at her. Then I continue on in my explanation and say that the button has a different function for different games. At this point, she gets up, stomps away (I literally mean stomp. Like a petulant eight year old) muttering things like "Don't know why I even try, completely uncalled for, so rude, blah, blah, blah"
And now she's giving me the silent treatment. And I'm still not entirely sure what the hell it is that I did.
I want all of this stupid snow to melt already so that I can get out of this damn house and away from my mother. It really doesn't help that my mom won't let me be in my room without her texting me and asking me what I'm doing and saying that she's bored and that I should do something about it. I'm tired of being smothered. I mean, the other day, I mentioned possibly working for the CDC once I'm done with school. She said that it would be a cool job, but that I wasn't allowed to because the CDC is in Atlanta, which is three hours away from where we live. And she was being deadly serious.
My mom is the reason why I didn't go to a college in New York like I wanted to. I felt bad about going that far away because she would practically fall apart whenever I would mention going out of state. She's the reason why I couldn't stay at Governor's School for the whole month because she wouldn't let me stay during the weekends. She's even said that she won't let me study abroad later on. She's serious about all of this. My "friends" all tell me that, oh she's just teasing. (Friends in quotations shall be explained some other time.) She's not. I think that I know my mother better than anyone.
I really wish that she would just let me be. I'm eighteen for fuck's sake. Why can I not try things out for myself? I know that I sound like I'm whining, but this is just the way I feel right now.