lazycrazy

SO
REMEMBER THAT TIME MY MUM WENT INTO A FIT OVER THE LOSS OF A COMB IN THE HOUSE

well it's been a month. and I fOUND IT. underneath a beret. on the marble table. where the hairdryer resides. the hairdryer she's been using for the past two times. which amount to four times of looking straight at.

the comb that she's been madly accusing me of losing

when I clearly remember was not last used by me

was found by me


so I tell her the good news when she's back since it seems to be a comb she holds so dear to (for what I don't even know its just a comb)

and I also tell her details like where I found it and what not

and everything I say she has a point to rebut at.
"it was right next to the hairdryer you've been using every other day"
"i only used it twice for gods sake"
"how would I know that? it's not like I sit in your room every evening (on the lookout for a hairdryer usage)"
-something something something-
"this is so painful"


ok look now. I could have left the comb there. I didn't even have to tell you that I found it. I could have bloody let it there and avoided nonsense counter assaults or whatnot. what the hell there wasn't even a tone of gratitude like omg my comb is back- NOPE NONE A THAT. SHE'S NOT HAPPY SHE FOUND HER COMB. SHE'S NOT HAPPY SHE LOST HER COMB

THIS IS THEORETICALLY:





~WOMEN WILL NEVER BE HAPPY~
I, for one, can vouch for that. amen. good bye. going to start my long hot shower so mother can wait (im)patiently reflecting on wrongdoings (LOL gotta love using that phrase despite it being inappropriate most times)
bai