Right. So, the other day I was waiting for my people to pick me up from work. And I waited. And waited. And no one showed up. So I phoned home.
Me: Hi
Mother: Hi.
Me: Why am I still here?
Mother: Because no one loves you.
Me: Oh. Can someone come and pick me up?
Mother: Well your father was supposed to pick you up after he went grocery shopping, but apparently he forgot.
Me: Oh. So why don't you pick me up?
Mother: Because I had a beer or two a while ago.
Me: Oh. So should I walk home then?
Mother: Probably.
Me: Okay. Love you.
Mother: Love you too. Bye.
Me: Bye.
Me (to my co-workers): My mother forgot me and my father's been drinking!
And then we laughed. My father showed up like, two minutes later. And it was a good thing my mother didn't get me, because even though she only had a beer or two the previous hour or so, drinking and driving (of ANY amount) is a bad thing. Bad. So don't do it. Or Kira the Saviour will get you!
And this is how crazy I am:
Disorder | Rating
Paranoid: Moderate
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: High
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: Moderate
Narcissistic: High
Avoidant: Moderate
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: High
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