Mum’s stressing about everything. Me going to Wakestock has basically tipped her into some nagging frenzy and she has the stupidest ideas of things I should take. Also, dad’s being paranoid about people at his job (which he has recently handed his notice into) talking behind his back… Which is complete bollocks because firstly he’s lovely so they won’t be doing that, and secondly why the fuck should he care! He’s leaving in less than a month so why worry!
Basically, I’m saying both my parents need to take a leaf out of my book and take a chill pill. I am packing for Wakestock calmly and quietly, and I’m packing essentials only- as with any festival it is a weekend of “slumming it.” And as for dad being paranoid… I’ve literally just last week come out as gay to everybody, I’m the one who should be worrying about people talking behind my back! But I don’t, because I realise that some people aren’t gonna support me, and those people aren’t worth my time. Why can dad not get his head around that?! And why can’t mum realise I will not end up dead in a field and that I can pack for myself?!
And a special quote, from non other than Gaga herself, that my dad should embrace:
“PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS GONNA TALK… SO LET’S GIVE THEM SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT.”