I’ve been hinting at going into international relations since sophomore year…my mom acts like I just suddenly lost my mind today. Never mind that we’ve argued about why I’m not going to be a doctor for the past two years. Seriously. One day I’m going to marry someone not Viet and mom’s still going to ask why I’m not married five years after the wedding.
I absolutely find it near unforgivable when someone uses my things without my permission - without ever seeking for it, and especially if it happens repetitively.