I go to a “religiously affiliate school.” This means that we get a lot of home schooled people coming here for school, to visit, etc.
Last night my roommate’s mother’s friends came to stay in our apartment. A mother and a daughter. They are very sheltered people. The mother instantly didn’t like me. Making “jokes” that are more like covered insults. I get it. I’m not who you want your daughter hanging around. Whatever. I’ve never been one that mothers like. I’m used to it. But you, lady, are rude. JUST RUDE! I had never had a single conversation with you and you started throwing out insults. Just… stop. You aren’t as holy and righteous as you might think you are. Jesus certainly would never have treated anyone that way.
Anyway…
They are sitting here in our living room tonight and the girl is doing her homework (She is really adorable and super smart! I like her.) and the mom is doing god knows what on her computer while I am writing this blog/ studying biology, and my roommate is studying too.
It’s weirdly quiet in our apartment. I feel uncomfortable and a little afraid that this woman is going to strike up a conversation with me and I will end up crying in my room because I am afraid of her and her judgy looks and demeaning comments. I can’t handle that kind of stuff.
Oh, did I mention her name is April? Yea… Call me Colleen from now on.
