In philosophy class yesterday, ma ears caught a certain term, which brought me to think about ma maver. Tha term -which wuz used to describe socialism- wuz “blind obedience”. For mum, there’s nuthin’ quite like bein’ in good terms wit God. She is prudish. She is self-righteous. She is insufferable. Knowin’ her, you’d know she used to be tis prissy, obedient & responsible gurl who looks down smugly on lesser beings like us and never break a rule in her life. She is greatly scandalized by tha littlest thangs and thinks it a mortal sin for a person to cuss. She’ll hate you for not giving more than 2000 bucks to tha church. She is also tha cheapest woman I know except when it comes to her mother, her son, and her God. How about her daughter? Well, sometimes, she forgets to give her allowance accidentally on purpose. And she is so narrow-minded you’ll have a hard time figurin’ out if she’s juz provincial or it’s her Taurean nature seepin’ thru. Come to think of it, ma paver is juz as narrow-minded. Only he doesn’t have his sign to excuse him. Pisceans aren’t known to be narrow-minded.
So wut if I’m piss’d at em? I don’t see how I could have grown to be twenty-one years old and still they trust me like a criminal or a stranger who’ll stay for tha night instead of a daughter they’ve known all their life who’s scatter-brain’d at worst. And lazy. And poor in direction. Okay, and insecure. And a bit gullible. But not a criminal.
Yeah, I’m on a hunger strike. I refuse to eat anythin’ cook’d by maver & I refuse to eat wit em. Wit ma knowledge in cookin’, I guess I’ll live on eggs & mash’d potatoes fo’ now. I’m goin for a month…Well if pam can live witout meat for a year, shoorely I can for a month wit ma own cooking, right? *crosses fingers*