Um...No.. ThankyouverymuchI'mgood.
So my mother wants me to go into this business plan with her and my hair dresser.
The idea and the set up looks amazing.
It will work because what they want to do is something original, inexspensive and people will enjoy it.
The problem?
I want nothing to do with it.
I don't want to be in the city longer than I have to. I've lived here for 18 years, I've never seen anything else, and it's not the nicest place (but not exactly the worst) place for LGBT people.
I also want to move for the sole reason of my mom knows almost every fucking person in this city. Which of course means that they assume I'm going to do things exactly like her, breathe like her, and be a mini-version of her.
Which is bullshit on its own.
Every job I've had or have interviewed for they pause halfway through the interview with:
"Wait a minute are you kin to Frances Brewer?"
"Yes..."
"Oh well alrighty then I guess we know what type of worker you're going to be then don't we (chuckle)"
....
NO! FALSE! WRONG ANSWER! DO NOT PASS GO AND DO NOT COLLECT $200 GO STRAIGHT TO JAIL!
I do NOT work like my mother. People assuming that the two of us are carbon copies of one another has caused me to have some major issues with trying to figure out who the hell I was because people were always assuming I was just like her.
She stresses me out for no reason. She make me feel guilty about oh gee I don't know 24/7 about not being a straight A student like she was in school. She makes decisions involving me without thinking that I might not want anything to do with it.
Which is exactly what happened last night.
She knows I want to leave this city. She fucking KNOWS this. So why the hell would she pull me into something that would keep me here in this fucking city?????
UGHHHHHHHHHHH.