I’ll be 21 this year, and my CURFEW (yes, I actually still have one) is at 11pm for weekdays, 1am for weekends (even then, I get nagged by my mom). Mom doesn’t like it when I go out every night even though she bloody well knows who I hang out with and where I go. She wants me to stay at home. What the fuck for? So that I can bump into someone every 5 paces, get annoyed by the kid, cant watch tv coz mom’s probably watching it, living room’s usually occupied, can’t have any decent chats coz she’s hovering in the background, cant do jack, basically. I still can’t get over the fact that I have a fucking curfew. I’m not allowed to go clubbing, I’m not allowed to drink outside, I’m not allowed to stay past 1am unless I want her to impale me, I’m treated like a baby and I can’t fight back. How can I try to reason with her when she can’t accept reasons. Best of all, she’s got an entire army at her back. People who think that I should just stay at home, have no mind, sit still and do nothing, listen to every single fucking word my mom says, etc etc.
Mom says that a lot of relatives are complaining that I don’t stay at home. Maybe I should take pictures of me wallowing at home in the afternoons when they’re not here. Milling away the whole afternoon, alone, enjoying what little privacy I have. She says I treat the place like a hotel, coming back to sleep at night. So what? It’s not my home anyway. Better I come back late (she considers 11pm VERY, VERY late) than not come back at all. These are things she doesn’t see. She can’t appreciate these things I do. We don’t see eye to eye at all. She just wants me in her grasp. Yeah, I’m taking the course she SO wants me to do. She wants me to go to Korea and teach after I graduate. I HAVE to consider that. She complains about so many things. And I can’t even show my face, can’t show displeasure when she nags. I’m s’posed to smile like an ass instead.
I have to go now coz she’s back. I can’t even write my blog in peace, jesus h. christ.
