Facker

My mother likes to berate me for the most trivial things. I suppose there're a lot of people who feel the same about their mothers, but here's a brief example:

Frank (her boyfriend) offers to drive me to school. A car ride to UTM takes 10 mins, whereas busing takes 40. I'm running late as it is, so I happily agree to his offer. Frantically, my mother goes "No no no, Annie doesn't need a ride" and some more junk essentially implying that I'm just a lazy piece of shit who takes advantage of others and consequently bills her with favours that she'll have to return later. All this from a simple agreeing to a ride - uhhh, okay. There're other details to this story that would make her seem more ridiculous, but this suffices.

Pathetically, I'm actually feeling guilty, proving effective the systemic parental oppression that's been present all my life. The mother's bizarre philosophy is ever so taxing on my familial loyalty.

Will edit later with a picture (of.. some sort...)

Edit

I thought about uploading a picture of Kip Kinkel, but I'll just go with this:



GRRR..rr...r..dur.