Butterfly Soup2/translations — Korean @ Weblate: Oh, great. Not now!

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	How can two people perceive the same conversation so differently?	어떻게 두 사람이 같은 대화를 이렇게 다르게 받아들일 수 있지?
	To me, it was one of the worst memories of my life, one that still affects how I act around her every day.	나한텐 인생 최악의 기억이고, 엄마만 있으면 그 기억이 아직까지도 내 행동에 영향을 미치는데.
	But to her, it was an uneventful car ride.	엄마한텐 별로 중요치도 않은 대화 중 하나였던 거지.
	I need to give a different example.	다른 예시를 들어야겠네.
	You didn't only make mistakes in the past, you never changed.	엄마는 잘못했어도 바꾸질 않잖아.
	Like yesterday, I asked you to buy razors for me and you lectured me about dating.	어제도, 내가 면도기 사달라고 했더니 연애는 어떻게 하라고 일장연설을 늘어놓고.
	I'm your mom, I'm supposed to say no when you want something that's bad for you.	엄마잖아. 엄만 니가 안 좋은 일 하고 싶어하면 안 된다고 말해야 하는 거야.
	If your own parents won't tell you when you're doing something wrong, who will?	너 엇나가는 걸 네 부모가 말 안 해주면 누가 해줄 것 같아?
	Of course you're supposed to stop me from doing really bad things.	당연히 내가 진짜 나쁜 짓 할 땐 막아줘야지.
	But I feel like you think your only job as a parent is to lecture me every chance you see.	근데 내가 볼 때 엄만 설교할 거리 발견했을 때만 부모 노릇 하는 것 같다고.
	Sometimes I just want to have a normal, not-negative conversation.	부정적인 얘기 없는 평범한 대화 좀 하고 싶어.
	What do you want me to do, just keep my opinion to myself and agree with everything you say?	그럼 뭘 어떡할까. 니 말이 다 맞다 하고 엄마 하고 싶은 말은 넣어두라고?
	If I were your friend, sure, I could do that.	내가 니 친구면 그랬겠지.
	But that's not my role. I'm your mother, I'm supposed to help you.	근데 아니잖아. 엄마니까 니가 잘못되지 않게 도와줘야지.
	Tears well up in Diya's eyes from frustration.	좌절감에 디야의 눈에는 눈물이 차오른다.
	Oh, great. Not now!	아, 왜 또 이래!
	I hate how I can't argue with anyone without crying.	누구랑 싸우기만 하면 왜 안 울고 못 배기는 거야.
	You think you're helping me, but all you do is give me anxiety.	엄만 날 도와준다는데, 나는 오히려 불안해져.
	I feel like every time I speak to you honestly, I'm punished for it.	솔직한 얘길 꺼낼 때마다 혼나는 기분이라고.
	So me speaking my mind is "punishing" you?	엄마 의견 얘기하는 게 뭐가 혼내는 거야?
	How can you not allow me to say what I think? How do you think that makes {i}me{/i} feel?
	Both of them freeze as the doorbell rings.
	It's Akarsha!
	I can't let her see me like this!
	Yo...
	Diya flings open the door and darts past Akarsha.
	Whoa!
	Homie, wait up!
	Diya ignores her and sprints down the sidewalk.
	The frenetic slap of flip-flops on concrete behind her gets louder and louder until suddenly, a hand grabs her forearm!
	Wheeze Gotcha!