Roommate found something that makes high-pitched noises and maybe shows how to make them, so she spent part of the morning in the front room practicing. The whole time, I’m going ‘ow,’ but don’t say anything because 1) that never ends well, and 2) it’s in the front room, so it’s not so bad.
Finally, she comes back to show me the noise, and just as I’m going to open my mouth (I thought I was anyway) to ask her not to, she makes the noise, and so I flinched and made what she calls a ‘fuck you’ face. So she was upset with me, and when I told her I made the face ‘cause it hurt, that made things no better.
I’m glad she found a thing she finds fun, but that pitch, especially today is not a good pitch for me.
And she’s gone to work mad and upset and sniffling ‘cause I hurt her feelings. *face rub*
If you’re battling a mental illness and didn’t want to wake up this morning but did anyways, you’re a motherfucking badass. Because living with a mental illness is hard and I’m damn proud of you for still being here and fighting. You’re metal as hell and tough as nails. So keep on fighting, you kickass Viking warrior. You can win this.