I had a shouting match with my mother today about a barber who according to her, did a bad job that she incrementally exaggerated to leaving gashes in my head.
I of course, found it adequate. He cut my hair and that was that. But it’s never acceptable to just be fine with a job done by somebody else, let alone not agree with Mother. Not taking her word as gospel means you have a very severe Problem, and I should completely ignore how often she says this because she’s quote, “accepted this”.
She’s full of shit, but she’s almost right.
I’ll never have a normal, fulfilling life.
And I seriously don’t need any tired platitudes on the word ‘normal’, you know what I mean, I seriously don’t need it right now.