"What do you mean?"
"Not everyone automatically love each other. Everyone will make judgements whether you like it or not. That's how the world is. It isn't fun, but not everyone is accepting."
She said this after I said,
"I don't care. I don't care if people don't like my yellow pants. If I like them, then I should be able to wear them. If I want to dye my hair purple, then I'll love it, no matter what. I don't want to dress a certain way because someone thinks I have to. I don't want to wear make-up because someone said I should. I like how I am, and if people can't be accepting of that, then it's their problem."
I guess in a way my mom's right. There are people. Who make quick assumptions. It happens at work ALL THE TIME. They give me a look that says,
"You're just a teenager. You don't know what you're doing. You can't make a sandwich well. Plus you're probably a brat and only care about yourself."
What do I do?
Smile and ask
"What can I get for you?"
And then, I go in the back, and turn on "Here Comes The Sun."
And I can see it in their face.
"I was wrong? How could I ever have been wrong? She seems nice. She said that she'd make the sandwich as fast as she could so I can get to my son's baseball game. Why did I ever think that?"
And then they awkwardly look away. Because that's the only socially acceptable thing that they can think of.
"Here you go! And have a wonderful day!"
Why can't we love each other? I don't know. I see people everyday. I'm with them.
"Did you see what she's wearing?"
I just don't understand what makes it so hard.