sit-on-my-a**-and-do-nothing-itis.

But despite my clear ignorance for acting like an adult, somehow I'm growing up, I can tell because I now get irritated with people who ask me stupid questions. Now i know, I know why adults are always pissed off, it's because they go to work and get asked questions by idiots all day.

Scene:
Me, walking down the hall barefoot, Mom in the living room. It amazes me that although I've lived in my house for the past decade, I somehow forget the general layout of the hallway and ram my pinky toe right into the corner, with full force. i go down,...I go down hard. As I'm writhing on the floor,gasping for air, trying not to pass out, and screaming in pain my Mom calmly says

"Honey, are you okay?".

Guess what? I'm not effing okay. I don't know if I'll ever walk again. I'm experiencing the worst pain of my entire life. What part of me screaming for the lord to take me out of my misery gives you the impression that i might be okay? Call 911 because i can feel my heartbeat in my head. Now what's happening at this point, my body is trying to recover from the worst pain i've ever felt in my life and my brain is frickin pissed at the dumb question, and all my anger about the whole situation is channeled to my mom.

Now, if ever i thought the "are you okay?" question was the worst thing you could say to someone who just stubbed their toe, my father (who always amazes me) came up with an even better one, i stub my toe, and what does he say? "RUB IT"....Dad, F you. God is obviously punishing me for something with the worst pain I've ever felt. and you want me to rub it. f that. I'm not touching it, I'm just gonna ride it out. You know what would make me feel really good about myself? Next time i stub my toe i want silence, and when the pain subsides and i realize i'm gonna be okay, someone better walk up to me and hand me a dam* trophy.



what was i talkin about? oh Yeah guys, I'm growing up.