Mom: You Know They're Not My Thing!

*sighs*

*rests my chin in my hand*

Concerts...

Concerts...

CONCERTS.

My mother knows they're not my thing. Crowded spaces. Loud music. She claims that the venue is just a lawn kind of thing so I was under the impression that it'd be an open, outside space.

I was already skeptical of going even to the lawn seats because the music would still be loud.

I don't know if any of y'all listen to Pentatonix. I used to listen to them all the time (key words: "used to"). I love most of their music.

I was watching one of their music videos and underneath was a list of upcoming shows (including the one near us, the one I'm being forced to go to). I clicked on the link to ticketmaster to show the seats available and the lawn seats...

are UNavailable.

What if my aunt and uncle didn't buy the tickets yet?

I'd be forced into a small box with a shit ton of people, I'd start crying (that's how I express anxiety) and then, I'd ruin everyone else's time (if that happens, in my defense, my mom forced me knowing I hate crowds. I'll easily blame her).

Just thinking about having to sit in one of those things is making me dread going to the dumbass show. Maybe my mom is a concert person, but that doesn't mean I'll be one.

Honestly, if they didn't buy the tickets for the lawn seats yesterday before they got sold out, I'm not going.

Bible, I don't care about how good the Pentatonix are, I'm not gonna be stuck in a tiny, crowded space just because mom didn't give me a choice. I don't even care if I feel like a grandma staying home. It's better than having an anxiety attack and fucking up everyone else's time.

Thank you for reading!

See you next time something pisses me off!