This neighbor who lived across the street never really knew me. It has been annoying that she tells others she knows me just because she once lived across the street. Her mother was good friends with another superficial person who lived right next door to us. This next door neighbor has gossiped to neighbors that my mother is crazy still to new neighbors this day. When my mom was around 30 years old, she had an experience which would give most people PTSD. My father shouldn't have called an ambulance to have her committed to a mental hospital, but that's what he did since she refused to go. When neighbors asked why there an ambulance, he said she was committed to a mental hospital. I am still mad at my father for not only taking part in this act, but also telling neighbors about something so private. My mom was released after a short period of time because the hospital found nothing wrong with her. After she came home, the next door neighbor told her nobody would like her now and she was her only friend (she was never a friend). In my young adulthood, I had a nervous breakdown, but nothing public like my mom experienced. So, I don't know if the attitude has anything to do with mental?

The girl and her mother who lived across the street gave others a crazy impression of my family before they even had a chance to know me. In addition, the kids of our next door neighbor did the same thing to me. As a result, I had this crazy label or crazy family label to my name. No one knows the true story or why my mom was committed. Since it's private, my mom hasn't discussed it with neighbors. However, that was such a long time ago or it should have no place in the current time. But the next door neighbor acts like it is today.

I strongly reject the idea of people who just care about looks. It stresses me out trying to live up to a perfect image, which is impossible. I don't want any friends who judge you by your looks. The neighbor who lived across the street always looked perfect and she had an easier life because she looked perfect. Others tend to treat prettier girls nicer than ugly girls (which some probably defined me back then). She was born pretty so she didn't have to work hard at it like ugly girls. I don't know if the attitude in dream could have anything to do with being vain? I have to say my mom isn't vain, but I have tried to improve my looks since I was an ugly kid. I don't know if you would call that vain. I don't try to look perfect, though. My mom and I have never been able to afford all these nice clothes. She would give me a hard time in front of the store cashier for buying me a couple of school outfits saying it was for my birthday present when I was a kid. I guess it was because my dad yelled at her every time she spent money. My dad believes in wearing the same outfit every day even when it gets all ripped, stained, or shrunk. So, he had no understanding of the need for clothes. All this must sound petty, but I'm bringing it up in case it relates to my dream.

On the other hand, my mom definitely has drained herself putting others first or caring too much what they think. I used to care what people thought of me like when this neighbor defined me to others although she doesn't really know me. But now I have a screw you attitude, in which I strongly believe something is wrong with people who are so judgmental like this, and I want nothing to do with them. It bothers me how my mom still gets upset if someone is rude to her. I'll remind her over and over that they were probably having a bad day which had nothing to do with her.