Why am I so awkward and nonconfrontational
I was showing my mom's friend a drawing from my sketchbook to prove a point and she just took it out of my hands and started flipping through it.
Mind you I have a "normal" sketchbook that I bring with me to whatever that doesn't have any hard-to-explain stuff in it, it's just random doodles of OCs and such and an occasional scribble of notes. And then I have a personal sketchbook that has all the questionable edgy art with weird creatures and missing limbs and a bunch of other stuff that I never show anyone because I'm pretty sure I'd be institutionalized and that was the sketchbook I was showing her. It was one drawing, flipped so that she would just see the one. I was standing beside her and she took it out of my hands. I didn't protest because one that would require the confidence to do so and two I thought she just wanted to see it better because I was standing off to the side and she was a good half foot taller than me.
But noooooo. Here she is, flipping through pages and then just stops on a ref sheet of one of my OCs by the name of Dante. Dante happens to be named after Dante's Inferno as I had so helpfully written in the margins, which probably didn't sit well from the getgo as she is a pretty religious woman. Dante also happens to have two sets of ears, pupil-less eyes, his mouth on his forehead, a missing back leg, and two sentient tails that also have eyes and mouths.
So I'm standing there, watching her look at this pretty satanic creature for a solid ten seconds and feeling ready to die. All she says is "Interesting" and then CONTINUED to flip the pages.
At this point I've finally had enough so I grab my sketchbook and had a silent two second tugging match before finally getting it and then leaving the room to recover.