Sophia Jones was a few months away from finishing her master and she was terrified. She didn't want to admit to anyone including herself that she didn't know what to do after. All she's ever known is studying and studying. Getting into the world wit...
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When you have expectations, you are setting yourself up for disappointment.
Ryan Reynolds
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My mother noticed me being more happy than usual one day and she asked me about my change in mood.
I always shared my crushes with her because we always had a kind of friendship relationship.
What I didn't expect was her negative reaction.
"Sophia, isn't that man way too out of your league?" My mother said after I showed her a photo of him that I found on the company website.
We were both sitting on the sofa as we usually did when watching TV or simply having a chat.
"Why do you think that way, mom?" I couldn't help but feel hurt by her words.
"Yes, I mean he is a CEO, he can have any woman he wants. You don't look like his type. I'm not trying to say you're not pretty but I think you should lower your standards a bit." She didn't even look apologetic while saying those harsh words. Her face was serious, her blue eyes looking at me as if it was the most natural thing to say.
"It's just a crush, it doesn't mean anything" I forced a smile and began to play with my fingers while avoiding eye contact.
"Yes, but that crush is already impossible and you're getting excited over it"
Those words felt like a stab and rage pulsed through my veins.
I don't know why I lost my cool at that moment. I never spoke back to my mom in that way but I couldn't stop the words from leaving my mouth.
"Mom, why can't you just be happy for me? I treat you as a friend and share with you my bad and happy moments and all I get in return is negative feedback. I'm asking for understanding not judgment"
She turned to face me, surprised that I dared to snap back. I never did such a thing so it took her off guard.
The look of disappointment in her eyes lasted a second before it turned into pure anger.
"I am happy for you. But I have to be the bad guy who tells you how the real world works. I've dated too, many men, and I know he's not right for you."
The raised tone and harsh words were clearly saying 'how dare you to talk back'.
"But you're telling me he's out of my league as if I have to lower my expectations just because I'm not the best looking out there. Isn't beauty temporary? Is it not the personality that matters? And I didn't even say that I was dating him, just that I have a crush on him."
Even I was surprised that I managed to speak up without crying. This was something new for me.
Impulsive. Way too impulsive and way out of character.
