High.

I have a tremendous respect for someone who can look disaproval in the face, and while staying true to themselves change that disapproval into approval. My mother and I are going through this strange dynamic right now. The instant something remotely interesting happens I feel the need to hide it from my mother. If I meet someone new, I don't say anything. If I'm asked, I'll give as little information as possible. Why? Because my mother is having trouble dealing with my lifestyle. I don't know. Secretly my mother likes the fact that I stay home most of the time and hang out by myself. Plus, she doesn't know what to do. Part of her is thrilled that I have a social life, and part of her is terrified about everything. I just don't know how to tell her that I'll be okay.

I'm going to go fly my kite now. It's fabulous outside!