Random Scenario

Here's a scenario that strikes me as amusing but with an exasperating tinge to it:

My mother brings back bubbly and starts drinking. I loaf on the coach flipping through some chic-mags that were given to us by a neighbour for the restaurant. Apparently, there's a lot of crap in those things; but hey, I like colour and there's a lot of that too.

I point out some nice clothes and let slip that print is good for those like me.

Mother--more than just slightly high I assure you--starts on a rant about how I shouldn't say "people like me" because I'm not fat, really, all I have to do is lose some weight. Let's throw in a "you're perfectly pretty" too and should go for a nose job to top it all off.

Now, I don't like high people. Blame it on past experience, but I highly disapprove of people who drink for the fuck of it without any occasion behind it besides innate self-pity; on top of that, I hate people who don't know how to control themselves well enough that when they do drink, they go overboard. So, there you have it, one of the pet peeves on the very top of my Loathing List.

Back to story: I reply that I don't need or want a nose job, prints are good for me and, in my mind, anyone can look pretty in the dark. Heck, even Hitler would have looked pretty in the dark while wearing his mother's dress and a wad of make-up I'm sure.

Moral of the story?

I don't know. I'll get back to you on that when I do figure it out. But I think it involves not drinking and getting high in front of me without just cause... oh, and maybe to stay in dim lighting when going to proms, too.