Today, I have had enough. In a conversation with my mother, she gave me the greatest insult anybody could ever give me. Not to mention, she made a pathetic attempt at discouraging me. I will never believe her nonsense, but it still hurts when I listen to her negativity and the fact that she is never encouraging. Basically, I was telling her about a project I am working on. A writing project, something I have been working on for some time now which I hope to get published. Instead of saying something positive and encouraging, she told me, "Why is anybody going to read anything you write? Who are you?". I am never shocked by my mother, but I couldn't believe her stupid comment today. I guess maybe in her idiotic world of watching garbage reality television, you have to be a celebrity in order to get the attention of anybody. Hello!!!! Like there are not a million books and articles out there by non-famous people. Honestly, I find that the most interesting things I have read in the past 10 years are by non-public figures. Some of the best memoirs and such. Today, she hurt me beyond belief because she knows how much my writing means to me. She knows how many articles I have written and how much work I have done. She knows about how accomplished I was in university when I wrote research papers. She knows how I have been writing since I was a little girl, yet instead of sharing in my excitement, she chose to hurt me today.