After a good long 15 years, my mom finally decided it was time to get on my case about making my bed. UM I just don't understand the value of it. What's the point of fixing something that I'm inevitably gonna mess up in literally less than a day?
I mean yes, it only takes a minute, but a lot can happen in a minute. Especially if it's in the morning. And I'm rushing. Which is basically every single damn day. This morning I almost missed my bus. Like I was that person that humiliated herself cuz she had to sprint so the bus driver wouldn't just drive away. Anyways if I had stopped an extra minute to make my bed, I woulda missed the bus.
IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, MOM?
And plus, who even cares how my bed looks? It's not like anyone else even enters my room. Or sleeps in my (...I hope). Who am I even trying to impress?
And have you noticed that scrunched up blankets are actually warmer than spread blankets? Cuz ya know... surface area ... geometry ...woot. It's cold out and I want warm blankets okay??
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Fractious Mango
RandomNot exactly sure what this is but it's not a story. And it's not deep and meaningful (sorry for the deceptive cover) I guess it's just a bunch of rants, but i guess I'll still try to entertain you? They say if you aim for the moon you might just lan...
