I Hate When Someone Hate Me
My best friends mom hates me. How do I know? She told me to my face she doesn't like me. Why? She thinks I'm a terrible person and accused me of making her son materialistic and a drug addict. Excuse me? I didn't do anything. I can't make anyone those things they chose those things on their own.
When we first met one another in college he was wearing really conservative boring clothes because he came from one of those super religious families that wouldn't let him do anything fun. I guess he finally decided to become his own person instead of what you want him to be. He is an adult lady he can dress as he wants. Perhaps some of my own style and influence rubbed off on him that is not my fault.
The drug thing. Oh boy this one makes me the maddest. He used to be very anti-drug and I remember being chewed out by him for doing a bump of coke at a deli. He was always the one yelling at me telling me I had gone too far. Nobody forces someone to experiment with drugs. I don't know why he does what he does, I don't know why he chooses what he chooses. I'm not in control of him here. I do care for him and it appears the roles have reversed some. I've even told him he's taken it too far a few times and that is a lot coming from me.
I do know that sometimes when people grow up very sheltered and aren't allowed a lot of freedoms growing up they tend to either stay that way or rebel. Those who rebel tend to rebel hard. Maybe it's a rebellious phase? I don't know.
When we first met one another in college he was wearing really conservative boring clothes because he came from one of those super religious families that wouldn't let him do anything fun. I guess he finally decided to become his own person instead of what you want him to be. He is an adult lady he can dress as he wants. Perhaps some of my own style and influence rubbed off on him that is not my fault.
The drug thing. Oh boy this one makes me the maddest. He used to be very anti-drug and I remember being chewed out by him for doing a bump of coke at a deli. He was always the one yelling at me telling me I had gone too far. Nobody forces someone to experiment with drugs. I don't know why he does what he does, I don't know why he chooses what he chooses. I'm not in control of him here. I do care for him and it appears the roles have reversed some. I've even told him he's taken it too far a few times and that is a lot coming from me.
I do know that sometimes when people grow up very sheltered and aren't allowed a lot of freedoms growing up they tend to either stay that way or rebel. Those who rebel tend to rebel hard. Maybe it's a rebellious phase? I don't know.
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