do you ever get so annoyed at everything that you start to get mad at even little things like a spoon clinking against a bowl or sounds of people talking?
what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves?
I would be an awful parent. My kid would say “I don’t wanna go to school, I just wanna sleep” and I’d probably get in bed with them and say “I feel you”