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My strange and awkward moments this weekend...

This weekend we had some family friends over. At some point in time, the conversation between my mom and this family friend went something like this...

(The "she" and "her" here is referring to me.)

Friend: Was there ever a time when she was very rebellious?
Mom: Ummm...not really.
(Conversation goes on...)
Friend: Was there a time when your relationship with her was very bad?
Mom: Ummm...no.

And all the while, I'm sitting here listening/watching this go on. Of course, she answered no to both questions. But that's not true at all.

Was I ever very rebellious? From my mom's point of view...of course, and extremely so. What could be more rebellious than me going out with a girl?! From my point of view, I was just trying to make her understand and see it from my perspective.

Was there a time when our relationship was very bad? Definitely. I bet there was at least a year when we didn't talk at all.

What was she thinking?

After getting my hair cut and washing my hair, it ended up a little frizzy and sticking up at the top. My mom was commenting and called me...

A Monchhichi.

*shock* Not sure if I should be scared or happy or angry about that.

Of all things, why would she call me that? Scared, because I wonder if she's trying to test me out again. After all, she definitely knows the significance that Monchhichi has to me. Happy, because it's kinda funny that she mentioned this without realizing what she'd just done. Angry, because the use of this "name" is "reserved", and I don't want someone else using it.

Honestly, can't we just have a real conversation and get all this over with?