I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
Well, the most recent reason. One of the smaller ones. I could go on about how she accepts me the most fully of anyone I know in real life, or how kind and thoughtful she is, or...
But this is the conversation we had:
Me: I'm sick to my stomach, nauseous, and nervous about all this Marvel stuff. I know it's silly and I shouldn't be and twenty dollars won't kill me, and I plan on getting MU+ for my birthday anyway so I'll get my digital only/first comics then, but...
Mom: I'll pay the extra $20 and give you that thing for your birthday.
Me: I'm going to feel so nervous I'm sick until I sleep it off, and I'm exhausted, so, yeah...
*slinks off, feeling dumb for worrying about something that isn't really worth worrying about in general*
Somehow just talking to my mom puts things in perspective. It's not so much what she says as her general attitude. And her ability to call me out on really stupid stuff, even with her tone.
So, yes, I am going to sleep and hoping that I'll sleep this BS off. I can afford an extra twenty or so dollars if it comes to that. I shouldn't let me sense of justice and my neurotic efforts to fix things when I should have just been patient and my immediate regret over that eat away at me. I'm bad about not letting it eat away at me.
Sleep now. Worry later if I must.