my subtle pressures
My hair is very crappy, apparently. not that I care at all. I like it crappy. it shows that I honestly don't give a big enough shit to wear three pounds of make-up and hair spray on my head, like you, mother. you, the woman who is so set on making me get "Nicer" clothes, and a nice new "up-do", because it's my graduation, and I should look good...
why?
why should I look good? everyone there (save for those other parents) will have seen me before, its not like the last time they're ever going to see me is the best time to try to impress them. jesus. why the fuck would I? It's going to be boiling, like it has been for the past four grads. It's going to be long. excrutiatingly long. I will not sit in clothes that are uncomfortable for two hours, and then go to mikes and have to undo everything. fuck that.
so dont get pissed off at me that I don't want to be all "dressed up". your dressed up is different from mine, so no matter what I do, you will be disappointed and ashamed of your ugly, crappy haired daughter. I'm so sorry I can't look good for you. I'm so sorry I'm not under 150 pounds. I'm so sorry i wear horrible t-shirts all the time, and have bad habits. I'm sooo sorry....
you sound like a friend of mine's mother. a friend of mine who was sent away somewhere, not too too long ago, for the same reason you want me to dress up:
because I'm such a fucking slob.
My way of life is not the same as yours, mother. I sit and watch movies, but what kind of movies are they? they're documentaries, they're "slow moving", they're ont he discovery channel... and this makes me lazy and a slob. in your eyes. and many many others. but I'm learning. I know you hate sitting through "Myth Busters"... but i'm learning. I know you hate the shows I watch, and how boring they are, and how the only show you can ever have in common with me in the slightest way is CSI... sorry i'm so weird that you can't seem to make me be like you without an argument. sorry I'm so much like my father, and not you. sorry i'm a little out of reach...
I know what I'm doing. I'll admit to my mistakes. I'll admit to my absent mindedness, and my lack of care over the fack that i'm not confident. but mistakes are the only way to learn. so fucking trust me already, and let me do my OWN thing for my OWN graduation, not yours
why?
why should I look good? everyone there (save for those other parents) will have seen me before, its not like the last time they're ever going to see me is the best time to try to impress them. jesus. why the fuck would I? It's going to be boiling, like it has been for the past four grads. It's going to be long. excrutiatingly long. I will not sit in clothes that are uncomfortable for two hours, and then go to mikes and have to undo everything. fuck that.
so dont get pissed off at me that I don't want to be all "dressed up". your dressed up is different from mine, so no matter what I do, you will be disappointed and ashamed of your ugly, crappy haired daughter. I'm so sorry I can't look good for you. I'm so sorry I'm not under 150 pounds. I'm so sorry i wear horrible t-shirts all the time, and have bad habits. I'm sooo sorry....
you sound like a friend of mine's mother. a friend of mine who was sent away somewhere, not too too long ago, for the same reason you want me to dress up:
because I'm such a fucking slob.
My way of life is not the same as yours, mother. I sit and watch movies, but what kind of movies are they? they're documentaries, they're "slow moving", they're ont he discovery channel... and this makes me lazy and a slob. in your eyes. and many many others. but I'm learning. I know you hate sitting through "Myth Busters"... but i'm learning. I know you hate the shows I watch, and how boring they are, and how the only show you can ever have in common with me in the slightest way is CSI... sorry i'm so weird that you can't seem to make me be like you without an argument. sorry I'm so much like my father, and not you. sorry i'm a little out of reach...
I know what I'm doing. I'll admit to my mistakes. I'll admit to my absent mindedness, and my lack of care over the fack that i'm not confident. but mistakes are the only way to learn. so fucking trust me already, and let me do my OWN thing for my OWN graduation, not yours
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