Subject? Psh.
I told my mom that I had finally decided on my minor, and that I may even considering double majoring once I transfer. Do you know what she said? Nothing. Instead, she laughed. I don't want to remember what she said, but here's the gist of it:
Me: So I've decided on English as my minor. And once I transfer, I may even consider a double major. It'll be a lot of work, but I'm okay with that.
Mom: *eyeroll* English? What is that going to do for you?
Me: Well, I don't know yet. It's something I've always been really good at, whether it's writing or reading or whatever. And I like it.
Mom: Just because you like something doesn't mean it'll make a good career for you. Did you already forget about that whole music phase you went through?
Me: That wasn't a phase. Being a music major just didn't seem practical, but that doesn't mean I stopped liking music.
Mom: Sure. And I'm just waiting for the event planning phase to pass so you can change your mind again.
Me: ....
Mom: Fine. Go ahead and waste my money on a degree you can't do anything with.
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WHAT. THE. FUCK.
As a parent, you don't tell your child that they're wasting their time or that what they're doing isn't important!!! I mean seriously. So maybe being a music major wasn't a good choice. That's why I'm not doing that anymore. But by no means does that give her the right to tell me I'm wasting my time and her money. At least I'm going to college, and that's more than she can say. I'm sorry I don't want to spend 25 years in an office job where I sit behind a desk and plug data into a computer all day. That's not appealing to me. I'd much rather be doing something productive for myself instead of for someone else. I don't want to be doing someone else's busy work for the rest of my life.
I'm sorry I have plans for my future.
I'm sorry I set goals for myself.
I'm sorry I don't want to settle for something I don't even like.
I'm sorry I'm not living up to be the dream child you imagined.
But most of all I'm sorry that you can't make yourself care enough.
As far as I can remember, I've never been good enough for her. There's always been something I could have done better. I could have tried harder in a class, or I could have studied a bit longer for a test. I could have practiced more for an audition just to hear her complain about me wasting my time. I could have spent more time doing something productive so she doesn't have to work as hard later on. I could stand to lose about 20 pounds apparently, when she's been overweight her entire life and doesn't even try to do something about it. I could try harder to make myself look better. I could get a better job.
I mean come on now. I've put up with this for 20 years, and it's about time it stopped. I can only take so much of the constant "suggestions" (as she calls them) that have been plaguing me for longer than I care to remember. It's days like this that really make me want to get the hell out of here. If I could, trust me, I'd be gone in a heartbeat.
Me: So I've decided on English as my minor. And once I transfer, I may even consider a double major. It'll be a lot of work, but I'm okay with that.
Mom: *eyeroll* English? What is that going to do for you?
Me: Well, I don't know yet. It's something I've always been really good at, whether it's writing or reading or whatever. And I like it.
Mom: Just because you like something doesn't mean it'll make a good career for you. Did you already forget about that whole music phase you went through?
Me: That wasn't a phase. Being a music major just didn't seem practical, but that doesn't mean I stopped liking music.
Mom: Sure. And I'm just waiting for the event planning phase to pass so you can change your mind again.
Me: ....
Mom: Fine. Go ahead and waste my money on a degree you can't do anything with.
ajfioeahgnkjajbpierjgosnbmksjfieajgsaiegjaionwealkjgna.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
As a parent, you don't tell your child that they're wasting their time or that what they're doing isn't important!!! I mean seriously. So maybe being a music major wasn't a good choice. That's why I'm not doing that anymore. But by no means does that give her the right to tell me I'm wasting my time and her money. At least I'm going to college, and that's more than she can say. I'm sorry I don't want to spend 25 years in an office job where I sit behind a desk and plug data into a computer all day. That's not appealing to me. I'd much rather be doing something productive for myself instead of for someone else. I don't want to be doing someone else's busy work for the rest of my life.
I'm sorry I have plans for my future.
I'm sorry I set goals for myself.
I'm sorry I don't want to settle for something I don't even like.
I'm sorry I'm not living up to be the dream child you imagined.
But most of all I'm sorry that you can't make yourself care enough.
As far as I can remember, I've never been good enough for her. There's always been something I could have done better. I could have tried harder in a class, or I could have studied a bit longer for a test. I could have practiced more for an audition just to hear her complain about me wasting my time. I could have spent more time doing something productive so she doesn't have to work as hard later on. I could stand to lose about 20 pounds apparently, when she's been overweight her entire life and doesn't even try to do something about it. I could try harder to make myself look better. I could get a better job.
I mean come on now. I've put up with this for 20 years, and it's about time it stopped. I can only take so much of the constant "suggestions" (as she calls them) that have been plaguing me for longer than I care to remember. It's days like this that really make me want to get the hell out of here. If I could, trust me, I'd be gone in a heartbeat.