Is it normal that my mother has ideals about me just to mould me?
I have ideas about quality, interests that the popular crowd don't want about me, they say they want me to be a better person, wrong! They just want me to be a different person. What happened to "I can't do that, it's not me, it's not Max Gron!"? (This is my real name) My mother has ideas for me to try, ideas I don't care about, because it's not the acceptance of the real me. No I can't be the popular guy or wear a black suit or even dress in the clothes I'm given. When the shit hits the fan, I'll go "that's it!" and throw those clothes on the floor, here's a tip, jack! Tell me things I care about, like drinking fine wine, eating fancy vegan, and even caviar, fashion-wise tell me about trench coats and cufflinks, not crap like black suits, beanies, Smith's crisps, family, or asking me if I'm all right, fuck that! Give me classical music and wine and maybe I'll give a shit, don't try to fit me in your mould. Is this normal?