My mom is the queen of insults. Unintentional ones. She's means well. She's always trying to help me become a better person. And constructive criticism is great….when it's done right. I don't think she means half of the things she says. Like yesterday when she said "Nick, if you want people to think you're a lunatic, you're on the right path." Sure I was yelling at my sister at the time, but who doesn't? Or a couple years back when I was kind of upset at this girl who didn't like me and my mom said I was creepy. But according to my dad "She didn't say that you were creepy, she said that your actions were creepy." Much better dad, thanks. Then of course there was that thing a couple of weeks ago. I was kind of upset that I wasn't maturing as fast as the other guys, no facial hair etc. etc. I went to my mom about it, and here were her comforting words: "A lot of girls go through what you're going through." Girls. I'm a boy, in case you couldn't tell….But hey, maybe she'll be right after all. Maybe if I don't listen to her, I'll become a hairless creepy lunatic.