Rants of a Salty Slytherin

Mom wtf

Okay, rant time.

So Thor Ragnarok came out a bit ago and I saw it with my dad and he and I really enjoyed it. Well, I enjoyed it more than him because I liked every aspect of it. Dad didn't like Korg. He thought he was unnecessary. I liked him. His jokes were so dumb they were great, ya know?

Anyway, fast forward a bit and like a week after that I saw it with my mom. I told her I thought it was good, that I liked it, Chris is shirtless for a lil bit (only said that because she's h&b by him), and Loki's character development is v nice. All true things for me.

So we go to see it (it's my second time) and like partway through she leans over and says, verbatim: "I can't believe you and your dad sat through this whole thing. It's so stupid."

Um. What? I'm hurt. I'm genuinely, pain in my chest, holding back tears, hurt. I can't even enjoy the movie anymore because her words are just playing over and over in my head.

Okay, fine. Whatever. I turn off my feelings and just try to watch the movie. I smile at the jokes I like but I don't dare laugh. I don't dare laugh. Mom doesn't think this is funny so I won't laugh. Even though that joke was actual comedic gold but whatever.

So at the very end. Credits rolling, AC scene about to happen, she leans over again and says, I shit you not: "You lied to me. You said this was good."

Um. WhAT? She straight up said I LIED TO HER???

I said it was good because I enjoyed it. Don't you dare tell me I lied to you. You didn't like it, fine. I did. That doesn't make me a liar.

I hate being called a liar. I hate it. I tell the truth a lot. A lot. It's rare that I lie. Especially to my parents. But they never believe me. That hurts. I'm trying to tell them something and they don't believe me. I don't need to tell you how much that hurts because I bet you've felt it too.

All this experience did was remind me that I can't share anything with my parents. I mean anything. If they didn't introduce it to me, I can't show that I like it.

Anime? I frickin love anime. Grew up on it. It was great. Dad walks in on me rewatching Naruto for like the umpteenth time. And says "what the hell is this?"
"It's called anime."
"What?"
"Um, it's basically a Japanese cartoon."
*he makes a face* "looks weird."
*crying inside* "haha yeah I guess."

K-pop? Love it. Can't understand what they're saying but I love the sound.
*dad and I are on a long road trip and I'm playing DJ*
*k-pop song comes on by accident and I'm busy looking at something else also I'm used to it so I didn't notice*
*dad looks at me* "What's this?"
*cringes a little bracing for impact* "it's called k-pop."
"What?"
"Um, it's Korean Pop music"
*he makes a face* "it's weird"
*internally bleeding and crying* "haha yeah I guess" *actually has to hide that I'm hurt*

Last but definitely not least. Fanfiction. Love it. My bread and butter. My Creme a la creme. My oxygen.
Mom was the one to find this.
I wasn't even hiding it. I was casually reading it while all three of us were hanging out. I put my phone down to go to the bathroom. (Back when I didn't take it everywhere I went for fear of my parents looking at it.) I come back and she's scrolling on my phone. I look over and it's the fanfic I was reading.
"[she used my full name, cringe] what the hell is this?"
"It's called fanfiction."
"Okay but what is it?"
*carefully explains the concept of an OC and how someone can put them into an already existing world/universe to see how they'd interact with pre-existing characters, often times used as an escape from reality because some people just like "getting away"*
*she doesn't say anything for like a solid minute* "that's so stupid, why wouldn't you just live your life? Delete that."
*am shattered. Crushed. Crying, bleeding. I once had a heart but now it lies broken on the floor next to my crushed, cold soul.*

Then they wanna say "we feel like you're not genuine with us like you're wearing a mask all the time."

OF COURSE IM WEARING A MASK AROUND YOU?? YOU HAVE ACTIVELY SHOWN ME I CANT BE MYSELF AROUND YOU BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SHIT AND BELITTLE ALL MY INTERESTS AND TAKE A SHIT ON EVERYTHING I LOVE.

It physically hurts but then you want to act like I'm the problem? Maybe you should look at yourself and ask why I wear a mask again.

I'm not crying.... I'm sweating... from my eyes.... shut up.