/headdesk

/headdesk

The sound that my skull makes
as it comes down in a cataclysmic crash
onto my table,
splattering an entanglement
of cerebral cortices
throughout the small infinite vortex
directly above my eating space.

Frustration bubbles to the surface,
and the headache doesn't help.

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Tired of listening to my grandmother try and give me her "opinion" - in her perfect world, men and women wouldn't procreate, the wisest women would be the cynical one, everybody other than herself would be a control-freak, and she knows everything.

Just trying to get some frustration out after a long phone conversation where I sat stunned in silence as she gave me her "opinion" and then got annoyed at me when, for the hundredth time, I would not accept it. I get these phone calls roughly every two or three days lately, and I don't understand why.

I thought something was wrong with me for being so frustrated, but after consulting the mom, she agrees. Grandma is being weeeeeird.

For the record...still frustrated.