So last night, my grandparents on my mom's side came over. Usually that's a good thing. But last night, I couldn't get a word in. I was trying to ask Mom questions about some of the things I was cooking, and at the table, trying to join in the conversation. I eventually gave up and went upstairs. Mom had taken away my phone. Then I heard them watching a fancy version of Carol of the Bells. So of course, I was inspired to take out my clarinet for the first time in months and play the version we had in band. Everyone rejected me and sent me back upstairs because they couldn't hear each other talking, so I was watching a Christmas movie with ear buds in so no one could hear it, silently crying. Then, eventually, Dad came upstairs to tell me to go to bed. I cried myself to sleep. And my parents wonder why I'm in such a bad mood today. Are they really that dumb?
