Mom’s Predictions vs. My Decision

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I made some changes to this blog in 2023 with some GPT edits. Man, just check if you need the date of when this file was created or the old writings of yours.

Bro, today was something else. My mom sat me down and started her lecture—full emotional talk. No scoldings, no shouting. Just pure emotional damage. She used to hit me like a dog, but these days? She’s upgraded. Now it’s all mind games.

She was trying so hard to convince me not to go to SRM. Dropped so many reasons, one after another.

And you know what?

All nonsense.

Okay, maybe not all nonsense. I hate to admit it, but some of the things she said? Were actually true. Mom has some next-level prediction skills. She literally guessed everything that could happen. And the worst part? Even I agreed with her.

But still—I have to go.

I have to prove her wrong.

Not for studies. Not for career. Not for some big future goal.

Just for her.

Whatever it takes, whatever happens—I will go. Same college. Same campus. Same everything.

Not to waste time. Not for fun. Just to see her.

That’s it. 💙