I really hate that the one time i got truly into something, like it really really made me feel something and I was connecting all the dots and explaining all the relationships to my mom she's just sitting there going I have no clue what you're talking about and just acting like I was spewing literal gibberish. Snuffed that light right out.
But she's perfectly content listening to my brother's hyperfixation of the month. Like. Why can't you be supportive. She's the kind to tell you she hates your new most favorite haircut but she guesses it's fine because you like it.
Like thanks again mom. Had a good day, a good self image, and you basically told me I was actually ugly because according to you to do otherwise would be to tell a lie. Appreciate the honesty
