My mom was so annoyed when she saw me wearing this:

A photo of Kate Moss of which to her was, well… just a naked woman.
She went “What would people think of you!?” and in the back of my mind I was “…nothing?”. I went “It’s just a T-shirt, mom”, but obviously she didn’t take that too lightly. I tried explaining to her that she was a famous model and that it was a fairly unrevealing picture but to no avail.
Instead, she adds wood to her own fire by now nagging to me about totally irrelevant issues, about life, my life and ‘what will happen to me in the future’. And I’m thinking “Where did all of this come from? Whatever happened to Kate Moss?”. Did she have that many nags kept inside of her that she decides to regurgitate to me at any instance of opportunity she gets? It’s amazing how she takes advantage of the situation to shoot her only son, when he’s already on the ground.
The torture.
How did one T-shirt get so much unwanted attention and apparently will forever ruin the life ahead of me? Explaining myself to a parent who didn’t understand, and didn’t want to understand… I knew I was fighting a losing battle. So to avoid further fueling her rage, I (as what any other misunderstood teenager would do) just kept quiet.
At that moment of my quietness, she probably thought that she caught me red-hand and that I knew I was in the wrong, she now probably thinks I’m a pornography activist that doesn’t care about the future and wants to ruin my already ruined life… I’m further misunderstood, great.
Is it really that bad? :S
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