May It Stay That Way

 This morning I'll be looking for a music choice.

So far I have 55 options, but there's more on the list. I thought about giving each post an assigned song to fit the feel of it. I've only done that with two posts so far. I felt a bit embarrassed after I got out of flow state — but I also felt its potential. Maybe I could have every song that ever graced my mind in a radio station for the page, with the main song playing in the background. That way anyone could listen to whatever they want at any given time.

I also feel like changing my about me page soon. My mini sticker is interactive but it can only spin. I think I'll make it a bit more detailed. More than likely on a different day.

A few hours later and I still don't have a music choice.

Instead I was busy cleaning up my list and sorting out my room after comfortably bed-rotting in complete solitude. May more of my peaceful days come. They're worth more than a hidden gold stash.

So while I happened to be minding my own business, I suddenly received a random text message from my mother.

It was about Yu-Gi-Oh. A show I hadn't watched with her. She's never been interested in anime — and even when she pretends to be, she could kill an anime fan's will to live with the way she butchers character names. Naruto isn't Pikachu. She'd immediately be banned from several fanbases without question.

I have no idea why she would suddenly wish to speak about anime out of nowhere after 14 days of wonderful silence. I honestly don't want her to text me at all unless it's actually important. I already gave her the chance to get close to me without making a spectacle of things or getting others hurt. She always fails spectacularly without fail. Anyone who has been reading my posts would know that she's a mental health hazard to anyone unlucky enough to get near.

So I had no reason to feel anything from her message. I wasn't interested in her intentions — even if I didn't know what they were. All of them are bad anyway. I'd rather go through the humiliation ritual of applying for unresponsive jobs. It's more fulfilling than a conversation with her no matter how small, large, direct, or indirect.

Apparently she just wanted me to know she saw an anime image at some establishment — simply because she had never seen one before. Which I already know is a lie. Anime is everywhere. I'm too old to fall for such senseless bait. She wanted my attention, and that's not good. I don't want her to want anything from me at all.

I naturally didn't understand why I needed to know about her apparent sighting. It's not like she casually goes out of her way to explain her shopping trips to me. It's none of my business. May it stay that way.

Apparently my response made her believe I had a problem. I didn't. I simply didn't care about what she saw. There was no valid reason to.

It's also worth noting that she has always been very clear about what is and isn't my business. Me asking about her trips or thoughts would get me a flat "Mind your business. You don't see me asking about your day." For some reason she needs me to be a problem at all times — and when I'm not, she resorts to lying instead. Her husband admitted to my face that he had to tell her to stop lying about me over the phone because he was starting to feel bad. That didn't stop her though. I don't care for such drama. Pathological behaviors will never get far with me.

May such a person's plans always crumble into dust. I don't consent to such behaviors prospering against me.

Anyway — here are the messages. From now on I'll be uploading every time she believes she can pin such senseless behaviors onto me.

My life should never feel like an evil mother-in-law drama.