I guess I should tell you about myself. I'm into zombies. That's kind of the main thing. But there's probably more to me than that.
My name is Helen. I know. Not really original. It's not that my mom is really into following trends; or anything like that. The name wasn't actually that popular when I was born.
Oh well.
I'm one of the few 16 year-olds with the name, at least. There's a ton of kids younger than me who have it.
There's six Helens in the 9th grade. In the 10th grade, I'm the only one.
Enough about my name.
What do I look like?
I'm not thin like my mom.
I'm not chubby, but I have meat on my bones. And some fat. I think my mom is annoyed about that.
I'm short like my mom.
My hair is red like my dad's.
I have a few freckles.
I have wide ugly feet and toenails that grow way too fast.
I have brown eyes.
I have style; but not one that my mom approves of. And I'm not saying I dress like a slut, or anything like that.
My mom likes conservative form fitting clothes; always in solitary colors. It's what she wears and it's what she buys for me.
I like stuff that's comfortable and colorful. I like contrasts and risks.
I rarely wear the stuff my mom gives me; and she bugs me about it. "When are you going to wear that blazer I bought you?"
A couple of years ago I tried being honest, and I GENTLY asked if I could exchange the gift. She said it was totally fine; but she had that look. My mom has this look where she's smiling, but there's all this anger underneath. She looks like she's about to boil over or explode.
I kept the clothes.
A few weeks ago I tried to talk to her about the clothes thing. She hurt my feelings with her negative attitude; so I kind of gave her the silent treatment. I didn't stop talking completely. I just kind of acted quiet and moody. She insisted I tell her what's wrong. I said that I feel she gives me this look when I wear my clothes. I feel she's criticizing me.
My mom totally lost it. She started crying which made me feel all guilty. She blabbed on and on about how she didn't know where she went wrong. She said. "Where did I go wrong? Why do you hate me so much?" Then there was something about there being no instruction books for parents. And let me tell you. That's bullshit. I've been to the bookstore. There's a whole section on parenting instructions.
I think there are more parenting books than zombie books.
Anyway, she was so overly dramatic about things. I can't say I was surprised. My mom tends to meet any of my complaints with a scene like that.
It's really not a good idea to criticize my mom. It's better to bottle things up. I need to remember that.
I'm lucky I have my grandma. She's cool. Although I figure she must have done something wrong. She's my mom's mom. Something must have happened to turn my mom into a drama queen.
I'm being too hard on my mom. She's annoying, but not awful.
She can be sweet sometimes. She's very charming. She's not just a drama queen in the negative way. She can be very funny. She's great at singing and acting. She does local theater and has been the star of several plays.
She's good at cooking, at least with dessert dishes. Her meat dishes are a bit gross. I've often been tempted to go vegetarian; sort of for animal rights, but mostly to avoid my mom's meatloaf.
My dad is okay. He can be a bit insulting at times. It's like he says things and doesn't think twice about whether it might hurt someone. He doesn't like my zombie interest. He says it's "creepy". The thing is he doesn't say it about me directly. He says it about other people, as if saying it that way doesn't count as an insult.
We watched a talk show and they had people like me on it. The people were all into the whole zombie history. I thought they were cool. My dad said they were sick and creepy. And he also said they really need to get a life.
Hello?
Does he not understand that what he says about them applies to me as well? He was either giving me an insult by proxy. Or he's not aware that I'm so into zombies. Either thing is pretty damn annoying. I'm not in the closet about my zombie interest. If he doesn't know, then the guy is pretty oblivious.
My name is Helen. I know. Not really original. It's not that my mom is really into following trends; or anything like that. The name wasn't actually that popular when I was born.
Oh well.
I'm one of the few 16 year-olds with the name, at least. There's a ton of kids younger than me who have it.
There's six Helens in the 9th grade. In the 10th grade, I'm the only one.
Enough about my name.
What do I look like?
I'm not thin like my mom.
I'm not chubby, but I have meat on my bones. And some fat. I think my mom is annoyed about that.
I'm short like my mom.
My hair is red like my dad's.
I have a few freckles.
I have wide ugly feet and toenails that grow way too fast.
I have brown eyes.
I have style; but not one that my mom approves of. And I'm not saying I dress like a slut, or anything like that.
My mom likes conservative form fitting clothes; always in solitary colors. It's what she wears and it's what she buys for me.
I like stuff that's comfortable and colorful. I like contrasts and risks.
I rarely wear the stuff my mom gives me; and she bugs me about it. "When are you going to wear that blazer I bought you?"
A couple of years ago I tried being honest, and I GENTLY asked if I could exchange the gift. She said it was totally fine; but she had that look. My mom has this look where she's smiling, but there's all this anger underneath. She looks like she's about to boil over or explode.
I kept the clothes.
A few weeks ago I tried to talk to her about the clothes thing. She hurt my feelings with her negative attitude; so I kind of gave her the silent treatment. I didn't stop talking completely. I just kind of acted quiet and moody. She insisted I tell her what's wrong. I said that I feel she gives me this look when I wear my clothes. I feel she's criticizing me.
My mom totally lost it. She started crying which made me feel all guilty. She blabbed on and on about how she didn't know where she went wrong. She said. "Where did I go wrong? Why do you hate me so much?" Then there was something about there being no instruction books for parents. And let me tell you. That's bullshit. I've been to the bookstore. There's a whole section on parenting instructions.
I think there are more parenting books than zombie books.
Anyway, she was so overly dramatic about things. I can't say I was surprised. My mom tends to meet any of my complaints with a scene like that.
It's really not a good idea to criticize my mom. It's better to bottle things up. I need to remember that.
I'm lucky I have my grandma. She's cool. Although I figure she must have done something wrong. She's my mom's mom. Something must have happened to turn my mom into a drama queen.
I'm being too hard on my mom. She's annoying, but not awful.
She can be sweet sometimes. She's very charming. She's not just a drama queen in the negative way. She can be very funny. She's great at singing and acting. She does local theater and has been the star of several plays.
She's good at cooking, at least with dessert dishes. Her meat dishes are a bit gross. I've often been tempted to go vegetarian; sort of for animal rights, but mostly to avoid my mom's meatloaf.
My dad is okay. He can be a bit insulting at times. It's like he says things and doesn't think twice about whether it might hurt someone. He doesn't like my zombie interest. He says it's "creepy". The thing is he doesn't say it about me directly. He says it about other people, as if saying it that way doesn't count as an insult.
We watched a talk show and they had people like me on it. The people were all into the whole zombie history. I thought they were cool. My dad said they were sick and creepy. And he also said they really need to get a life.
Hello?
Does he not understand that what he says about them applies to me as well? He was either giving me an insult by proxy. Or he's not aware that I'm so into zombies. Either thing is pretty damn annoying. I'm not in the closet about my zombie interest. If he doesn't know, then the guy is pretty oblivious.
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