this is what being a retail major entails
Yesterday i had a fight with my mother about what she calls "my unorthodox sense of fashion".
It started with her looking through pictures of me at prom and making the comment "i'm so glad that you decided to dress classic instead of how you usually dress." When i asked her what she meant by that she proceeded to tell me throughout our hour long chat that she hated my hair ("i don't know what your friends have been telling you, but when you don't straighten your hair it looks awful"), my clothes ("i don't know what sort of statement you are trying to make, but to me it seems to be that you are just trying to be weird"), and that "the neighbors had started to talk". By "the neighbors" i'm assuming she means the people that live next door to them, since i'm fairly sure my fellow residents at 1217 taylor could give a shit.
This upset me not because the neighbors were talking, or even that she doesn't particularly care for the way i dress. It upset me because it was the worst fight i can remember having with her since high school and it was over the stupidest and most trivial subject.
She didn't talk to me about things that could possibly really matter like school and what i plan to do with it, or how sometimes i'm pretty apathetic towards things that i should really care about, and how that sometimes i get extremely worried over things that don't matter at all. Or even something like "you drive too fast" or "you never lock the front door".
I ended up just leaving because it's hard to really justify the way you dress and i don't feel like i should really have to makes excuses for what i wear either.
I know I sound like i do nothing but complain and whine these days but that's not completely true. I guess that with me, when it rains, it pours a lot of times. But that's not to say that i haven't had a lot of good things happen in my life lately because i have. I'm trying really hard to dwell on those instead of the things that keep me up late at night. Sooner or later i'll find that elusive silver lining.
It started with her looking through pictures of me at prom and making the comment "i'm so glad that you decided to dress classic instead of how you usually dress." When i asked her what she meant by that she proceeded to tell me throughout our hour long chat that she hated my hair ("i don't know what your friends have been telling you, but when you don't straighten your hair it looks awful"), my clothes ("i don't know what sort of statement you are trying to make, but to me it seems to be that you are just trying to be weird"), and that "the neighbors had started to talk". By "the neighbors" i'm assuming she means the people that live next door to them, since i'm fairly sure my fellow residents at 1217 taylor could give a shit.
This upset me not because the neighbors were talking, or even that she doesn't particularly care for the way i dress. It upset me because it was the worst fight i can remember having with her since high school and it was over the stupidest and most trivial subject.
She didn't talk to me about things that could possibly really matter like school and what i plan to do with it, or how sometimes i'm pretty apathetic towards things that i should really care about, and how that sometimes i get extremely worried over things that don't matter at all. Or even something like "you drive too fast" or "you never lock the front door".
I ended up just leaving because it's hard to really justify the way you dress and i don't feel like i should really have to makes excuses for what i wear either.
I know I sound like i do nothing but complain and whine these days but that's not completely true. I guess that with me, when it rains, it pours a lot of times. But that's not to say that i haven't had a lot of good things happen in my life lately because i have. I'm trying really hard to dwell on those instead of the things that keep me up late at night. Sooner or later i'll find that elusive silver lining.