"I'll be glad when you start acting like everyone else."

My mom doesn't stress originality very much, in case you couldn't tell.
I think she secretly hates me.


Mom: "Why do you listen to this music? Why can't you listen to what everyone else listens to? This isn't pleasing."
Me: "...it's a guy. With a guitar. Singing about a girl he loves."
Mom: "It's abrasive."
Me: "..."



Whatever, let me just run along and listen to the "normal stuff," but don't complain when I come home singing about the bitches an' hoes.