24 going on 10

I just had a life-altering discovery... my mother is always going to be effing crazy.

I'm almost 25 years old, I've lived by myself for over a year, I pay all my own bills, I'm incredibly independent...and my mother still feels the need to tell me how to live my life. Is this something that will ever change? I'm beginning to think not. I mean, seriously... I'm almost 25 years old! What does it matter who I went to Chattanooga with or why I went? Why does it matter if I plan to go to a cabin with some friends for the Fourth of July? Why does it matter how I'm paying for my trips as long as I'm not asking you for money, not doing anything illegal to obtain the money, and as long as Im not neglecting my other bills? Why does it matter who I am or am not dating? Why does it matter if some of my friends are married and/or have children? Does that make them less of a friend? I don't think so. What does it matter if I like to have a Margarita with dinner from time to time, or if I just got a tattoo?

I guess what I'm getting at is the fact that I'm almost 25 years old, I have never been arrested, done drugs, or gotten in any trouble. I've managed to make it this long without having any problems... so why is it that my mother acts like I don't have enough sense to make my own decisions? It seems I've done pretty well thus far... without any help from her, I might add. I'm teetering on the edge of insanity and my mother seems to be trying her best to push me over the edge. How am I supposed to deal with it all? She seems to think I'm 24 going on 10.... and clearly, I'm not.