The Trials and Tribulations of Having an Insane Mother

My mom wants me to be happy all of the time. I wasn't unhappy as I did my housework, absolutely nothing was wrong in my life. I asked my mother "Where is the broom?"
This is the response I got.
"On the front steps CHEER UP FOR GOD'S SAKE!"
And I just could not take it.
I absolutely fucking hate it when my mother yells at me to cheer up. A) Just because I didn't ask for the broom in a manor that conveyed nothing but sheer joy, doesn't mean I'm upset. B) If I was upset, that's okay. Nowhere is it written that I have to be happy every minute of my life. C) Even if I was upset, screaming at me out of the blue to cheer up isn't exactly the way to make me feel better, which leads me to D) In fact, up until that moment, I was perfectly fine, but NOW I really am pissed off. I won't even go into all the minute details of the yelling match that occured after that. I'm going back to bed.

*sigh* And I was having such a nice day.

Musical Quote of the Day

"And Tina's losing faith in what she knows
Hates her music
Hates all of her clothes
Dreams of surgery and a new nose
Every calorie's a war
And while she wishes she was a dancer
And that she'd never heard of cancer
She wishes God would give her some answers
And make her feel beautiful"

-Our Lady Peace CD: Kitty-Chan's Ultra Cute Death Mix Track: 11 Title: Innocent