I got another newsletter from that guide dog organization I donate to. Though I have emailed them that they don’t need to mail me the monthly issues anymore, Bailey retired last month and has been adopted by a lovely family, but that’s another topic. I got the newsletter and my mom, once again, asked me why they would send me mails. I said, “Do you want to hear it again?” Her, “You can tell me again.” And she and I said the next sentences almost simultaneously. I, “and you’ll ask again the next time it comes,” her, “I’ll forget it anyway.” So I responded, “then why am I explaining again.” And she’s like “up to you whether you want to explain.”
Do you understand what I’m angry about? How can anyone not be angry in this situation? She basically told me to “suit myself” after verbally admitting that she wouldn’t even bother remembering our exchanges. They BOTH do that. what is going on with these two just bluntly admitting that they don’t give effort in communications? Do they just talk for the sake of talking? Do they THINK people just talk for the sake of talking?
I am so angry that writing all these down actually calmed my nerves. What is this science.
So anyway, sorry for letting the heat out on you. It was going to be about song covers, but she hijacked my thoughts.
By reading this, you know I have snuck out through my window.
I’m planning on recording the whole O My Heart album in the stairway of that old building. Then play Take Me to Church on repeat till 5 AM.
If you’re interested :)
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