No, just kidding. I am just weird.
Walking out from my room to go bother my mom, I look at the counter and noticed the trash from dinner. Submarine sandwiches. I love subway sandwiches. And fruit bowls. I got upset a bit since my older brother; Tim had made me go to sleep since I kept falling asleep on the couch. So it seemed that I missed dinner. With the type of food I liked. Well then, that’s just plain mean. They didn't save any for me.
(It turned out my family had tried to wake me up, but I didn't know that. I was dead asleep, not remembering if they did or not.)
I opened my mom’s door to see her on the computer and I lay down and I was still tired, so my voice was slurring a little. ‘So, what did we have for dinner?’ ‘You missed out on fruit bowls’
I can hardly remember, but I went ballistic, not in anger, but in sadness. I started screaming like I was ‘possessed’ <(What my mom said)
‘BUT I LIKE FRUIT BOWLS’ I started tearing up to where everything was blurry. I could hardly remember the part where my mom was trying to calm me down, but I kept on rambling and crying like it was the end of the world.
I went to the bathroom, but my mom was still asking, ‘Are you serious?’ She was genuinely confused. I screamed in reply, you could hear my world being torn apart, ‘I LOVE FRUIT BOWLS’
When I returned, she asked the question again, but add in, ’are you schizophrenic?’
I had started screaming again, ‘BUT I LOVE THOSE TOO. THIS IS ALL TIM’S FAULT, HE DID THIS ON PURPOSE! HE’S A D*CK!’ I have a cussing problem, btw.
… ’What type of chips?’ I had calmed down.
I sniffled, tears running down my face still, ‘I like Doritos. . .’
She chuckled, still shocked by my behaviour, ‘Do you want to go to the store? Do we have to buy you a fruit bowl?’
I nodded a little. She asked again, ‘Right now?’
‘And a submarine sandwich?’
I got out of the car with my mom and my brother. We had arrived at the grocery store so my mom could cater to my needs of fruit bowls and a submarine sandwich. I had obviously calmed down, since I was smiling like nothing of that had happened. My need for those items had downed a little, but I still wanted them. Plus getting out of the house also was probably the reason why I was not screaming, and being in public.
After getting a cart and picking up three types of fruit bowls and a submarine sandwich, I directed my mom and my brother to the candy aisle so I could buy some, I really like candy. My mom thinks I have a problem with it because when I bought candy less than a week ago, she said I didn’t need THAT much candy. She does not understand. This is my body and my obsession. At least that is what the voices say. I ALWAYS have a little bit of commentary coming from the back of my mind.
I crouched down, surveying the candy, talking to myself about the choices. ‘Ooh, I like that candy.. But I like that one too.. Maybe I should get both.’ Basically I was having a little quiet debate with myself and I looked up after getting my choices; Two packets of Airhead extremes Watermelon strips, a nerd candy rope, and a bag of Hershey hugs. I looked up after grabbing what I decided I NEEDED and noticed my mom was whispering something to my brother, probably about me. But sadly, I did not hear what they were saying.
(AS I WRITE THIS I AM SHOVING CANDY DOWN MY FACE HOLE)
‘I’m not going all the way back ‘there’ to go get apple juice’
‘I mean a single thing of apple juice,’ I pointed to the refrigerated area with drinks near the cash register.’
‘Whatever go get it fast then’
I giggled and smiled, ‘ Okay’, I went over to look and in my head I was like, ‘fuck where is the apple juice’ and I was taking a while so instead I grabbed a monster drink and asked my mom, ‘can I have this instead?’
She gave me a look of disapproval, so I groaned, ‘I’ll put it back thennnn.’
‘Just give it to me.’ ‘Yay’.
As my mom paid for her stuff, I got ready to pay for my candy and my chocolate, the cashier lady commented on my items, ‘Looks like someone has a sugar tooth today.’ I nodded and grinned. ‘Yup’.