you can have whatever you like

Freedom is truly a commodity rather than an asset. You come to realize that in the best way possible when the source of your authority has all but lost complete respect for you. You learn to realize just how much you once valued that sacred mutualism you had established between yourself and your authority. Because you are never your own authority, no matter how much you would like to belive that to be true. In fact, unless you possessed the seven seas, an innate ability to communicate with felines, and the entire stock market, chances are some bastard would still have you wrapped around his golden little finger. But this is extranneous and beside the point. The point I am trying to make is that I have recently come to find that I took for granted all the years that my authority was on my side. Those were the days when I could make her a christmas card or a batch of cookies, bring home straight a's, and win a writing contest and receive that approving smile. For what it was worth I did not know until this point in my life. This is the point where her all-knowing authority coincides with what I believe to be humane, and they unfortunately do not agree on any level. I have made my choice. I chose to make my best attempt at defiance, which only led me to a place colder than the antarctic and more lifeless than a post-nuclear war zone. Yeah, it bites. Therefore, ladies and gentlemen, the point I am trying to get across is... be good. If good can even come close to being conceptualized.