Clashing philosophies

The funny thing about finally figuring things out and taking on a motto is that other people come in and totally screw it all up. Obviously, my motto consists of the majority of the lyrics in "Details in the Fabric".
So today, I got some bad news. It wasn't earth-shattering or life-altering, but still, something I really did not want to happen.
While I was sulking, I heard the song in my head, took in some deep breaths, and let solutions fill my head rather than sullen thoughts. I thought that I was on my way to conquering my obstacle and getting past it when I thought of my mother.
Whenever I have a problem, my mother seems to think that when I'm stressed and broken up, she doesn't need to get involved, but when I have calmed myself down and present the situation to her in a mature manner, she needs to freak out and stress the situation's supposed extreme circumstances, and I completely lose all my composure and feel that I am back to square one.
I usually try to keep my stress hidden from my mother beacuse of this; I'd rather deal with everything on my own. However, being the control freak that she is, she constantly pokes and prods until I shed some light on my problems and let her act in charge.
I'd love to spread my personal theories and philosophies about life to her so she can calm down and think and maybe act normally, but she's also stubborn, as if controlling wasn't enough. So it's always her, her, her; even when it's my problem.
What I can't grasp about these kinds of situations is how people can not think at all and just do without hardly a trace of guilt. I think I'm also more aware of this because I just reread Shakespeare's Hamlet for the third time and finally understand it, but it's so true; no one stops to think.
There's a lot of other stuff I could say, but it would get way too confusing.