Mimi Two-Face

I think in general, I'm a nice person. I help people when I can. I'm more patient than most people I know. I'm a great friend and a good listener. Yeah, I talk a lot of shit sometimes, but hey, who doesn't??

Why is it that I become a horrible person whenever it comes to my mom? 

She's the one person I pretty much owe everything to. She brought me up single-handedly, giving me everything she could, even when she couldn't. I know this, appreciate her for it, and yet still I can't help but be a complete bitch to her sometimes. 

I feel like when I'm around her, I'm transported back in time to the rebellious teenaged years of my past. But the thing is, there's nothing for me to be rebellious about. She pretty much just lets me do my own thing. She doesn't really nag me, even though I know she wants to really, really badly. I don't have a curfew. She doesn't need to know where I am at all hours of the day. She's pretty great actually. She makes me breakfast every morning and does whetever I ask her to do (not that I ask much of her since I'm used to living/taking care of myself). So what makes me so snappy and cold with her? I have no idea! It's like a reflex and she just takes it! Talk about unconditional love. She never stops being the best and I can't bring myself to show her I love her and that I appreciate her. Le sigh. Maybe I'll have to go further back in time and write her a "WORLD'S GREATEST MOM" card and write a big fat "I LOVE YOU!" on the inside. Maybe that'll do the trick.

Currently reading: Augusten Burroughs - Magical Thinking