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So, kinda frustrated. I came to the conclusion while sitting in my PSY 364 class in my non-matching scrub attire that I could not/refuse to do anything but dance. That is what I want to do. That is what I've been denying to myself that I've been wanting to do. I took this year off dance troupe to focus more on my "studies" that lead to a major that I have no passion for. All because I didn't want to disappoint my parents by being something that was less than amazing in their eyes...but I can't live like that. I. Must. Dance. It is and has always been my passion...so I called my mom.
She wasn't so pleased with what I had to say. I wasn't so pleased with what she replied with. She claimed that I was just really stressed out and didn't know what else I wanted to do so I just said I wanted to do dance because I had nothing else. She told me to think of other options and that I should come home and relax because I'm just frustrated...that's how she justified me.
I'm not a stupid, malleable little girl. I know what's out there. I know it's rough. I don't need reminders. That just makes me feel like you don't believe in me. And believe me, I'm pretty hesitant to believe in myself...
She wasn't so pleased with what I had to say. I wasn't so pleased with what she replied with. She claimed that I was just really stressed out and didn't know what else I wanted to do so I just said I wanted to do dance because I had nothing else. She told me to think of other options and that I should come home and relax because I'm just frustrated...that's how she justified me.
I'm not a stupid, malleable little girl. I know what's out there. I know it's rough. I don't need reminders. That just makes me feel like you don't believe in me. And believe me, I'm pretty hesitant to believe in myself...