<p>My dad tends to be busy with work and travelling a lot, so his role in decision-making in regards to my life is non-existant. So it's my mom who has all the opinions about what I do.</p>
<p>Anyway, she has recently informed me of her dislike, even hatred, for the type of friends I hang around with. I must say I was absolutely flabbergasted, as my friends are not stoners, potential dropouts, or nymphomaniacs. They're well-behaved, normal fun kids that I enjoy being around. So what's their crime? Well, my mom tries to dress it up in different ways, but it's basically a class issue. My friends' parents are generally working class types, as in not white collar managers, professionals, etc. They don't drive luxury SUVs, they sometimes wear shabby clothes with faded baseball caps, and they sometimes have to take the bus. (BTW, I'm talking about the parents here, not the kids). So my mom doesn't want to associate with those kinds of people, and since she can't have a relationship with my friends' parents, she feels left out of my social life. </p>
<p>What really bothers me is that while I love my mom and would do many things for her, I am not out to make friends for her. You don't simply choose friends like you choose fruit at a grocery store. There are just certain people who feel totally at ease with, to feel absolutely free to be yourself. That's a rare thing to find, my friend. Often, it takes me 6-8 months to ease myself and start to attach myself to a new group of people in a new environment, then perhaps another 6-8 months to fully integrate myself. </p>
<p>My mom often complains that I spend too much time at home, not doing things with my friends. But when something does come up, she often tries to block it, or rather limit the time I spend to be a bare minimum. She says how my friends are always weird for not inviting me to stuff, but just a few days ago, one of my best friends asked me to go to a rock concert. Instead of being happy, I had to practically fight my way out to the door, trying to reason with her to the last minute until I could finally get consent. Of course, I then found out that her real problem was with my friends themselves, not the fact that I didn't do anything on weekends.</p>
<p>So basically, right now, I'm going nowhere. It's spring break, and I want to do stuff with my friends, but if I called one of them up, I'd get an earful from dear mother. I'm not asking for any advice, I just wanted to vent my feelings and frustrations. Feel free to comment, I'm sure many of you have experienced something similar to this.</p>