My mother is an alien. Shes as distant as one at least. Today during indoor soccer I either A) Had a mild heat stroke, or B) My blood sugar was too low, leading to thet Kayla factor on the floor. You can say I somewhat passed out because I'm told I had no clue what was going on. The only thinkg I remember is not being able to ctach my breath, and feeling so clammy I thought the life was being sucked out of me. Aside from that, my game playing skills sucked and I feel like a let the team down....i'm not sure if we won or lost but from the looks of the game that I remember, we werent doing so hot. But back to mother dearest. I came running off the court to the bathroom to momentarily be joined by her. This is how are conversation goes: (mind you, this is also where I cant catch my breath) Mum: Whats wrong? (like I know) K: cant ctahc my breath. Mum: Why are you shaking? (because I cant catch my breath) K: I dont know. Mum: Well get back out there and make a goal. (I'm shaking on the floor mum, would you like me to crawl out?) K: I dont think I can Mum: I think your just doing this to get attention. (WTF) K: are you accusing me of something? Mum: I'm just saying, you were having a bad game and then you "suddenly get sick." (Bastard) K: Fine mum, I'll go back out there and pass out for you so you can see I'm not just being a show-off child Mum: Now Kayla, I dont need this attitude of yours, your a growing child and I realize your going to be a little rebellious... (I stopped listening here) K: Lets jsut go home After that I went to the coach to say I was leaving and started shaking again. It seemed all the other mothers cared mroe about how I came out then my own. When leaving the parking lot, mum went further to say they were stopping at Quiznos on the way home. That sounds like something any loving mother would do when her child almost passes out on the floor, go out to eat afterwards. I just slept in the car, dad talked mum into taking the food home anyway. But thats not entirely why I'm mad at mum. Shes a guilt trip waiting to happen. My mother will make you feel guilty about dropping a pen. She see's things one way and thats her own. My aunt for example, moved away from my grandparents to live her own life and mother guilts her for it. She doesnt want me to havea nything to do with my aunt for this reason, leaving me in an akward position, because as much as I hate to say it I feel more like my aunts daughter then my mother. We just click. Mum takes things one way and thats it. Oh I'm frustrating myself, thanks to everyone who listened. Until tomorrow then, Your Nieghborhood Superman