| I have to come home to THIS? After having great time on the band trip, I come home dress in my black pants and black Maryland Terps shirt. (Don't ask why, I just like the color black.) As soon as I get in the truck, my brother looks at me and asks me if I've gone goth/emo. I thought he was just messing around, and calmly said no. I get home and a few hours later, my brother and my mom say some of the stupidest and unfunny things and call me miserable for not laughing at it. They say I have no sense of humor and then my brother make another comment about my clothes, saying "Those clothes fit you just perfect with your emo personality." I knew now he wasn't joking and told him sternly that I had not gone emo. "Well, fine. Goth then." I start to get angry and my voice raises. My mother come back in on the conversation and says that I have no sense of humor three more time (because the drunken bitch can't think straight after three beers) and each time my brother adds, "Or happiness!" He's seen me as happy and jumpy as can be. For some reason he hates emo/goth people. I have no feud with them and don't want to bother them, but I don't want to follow that road. It always seems that one group of my friends always hates the other group and hate me for hanging out with them, and the other side does the same. I can't choose these sides! |