Really, I could label my mother in one sentence.
An ignorant, religious xenophobe (Yes, another reason my mother hates the idea of me buying those games is that they center around buddhism, taoism, shintoism, et cetera and not Christianity) who would prefer I act normal instead of being zany and goofy (Yes, my mother thinks that a 13-year-old should be able to act like an adult instead of remaining a child until he/she is 18 like they're supposed to), often has a fun side but will discriminate towards others of different religions (*sigh* Atheist~Gensouist (Gensokyo's gods)~Protestant Christian (VARYING) here) and tends to stereotype.
Now back to subject.
It's not that it would improve my quality of life (In fact, it does, it's pretty much the only fun thing I can play that I can enjoy), it's the fact that to be plain, they hate that I'm not like other teenagers (Automatically respect their parents regardless of what they do to them, "MY MOTHER SHOVED ME OUT OF HER [REDACTED] WITH ANESTHETICS/HAD A C-SECTION THAT MAKES HER A GOOD PERSON"), which is ironic because it means I'm not robbing a store or having a girlfriend over and yelling at them for kicking her out or getting expelled from school or getting bad grades and being proud of them. In fact, it's because "They're scared that I'm going to grow up insane/alone because I'm a massive contrast to the majority", so I can't say they hate me. I won't say my mother's BAD, per se, but she's definitely as backwards-ass as me.
Anyway, I can't wager my grades because I haven't fallen below a B+ outside of Phys. Ed (I have a history of bitching at and arguing with the teacher for what I consider either stupid or impossible exercises, so I get 81% minimum 85% maximum) and I fucking refuse to go without arguing with that twit Srnis. and I haven't fallen below an A this year in report card grades, test scores because I ace everything like the little nerd I am, and I can't wager changing my interests and personality because YOU TRY DOING THAT. I've gotten them to buy my games, but it took a decent bit, I even had to explain the idea of "I'm bored out of my fucking mind, I'm absolutely fucking perfect in academics, I have the money, give me my fucking games" in the most professional, kind, and kiss-up-y way possible. I died inside doing that.
To be plain, Drake's right.