Clap

My parents have this new thing for their health. Clapping. In the morning. It is noisy and irritating AF. Maybe, it works for them. Maybe, it really is good for their health.

I am doing my best to ignore the TV when my dad is listening to Fox News downstairs. I try not to listen and just shut out the toxicity spewing from the TV. At least, he isn’t talking to me about politics, or my irritation would make my head hurt so much with pure rage.

When my dad talks politics with me, I understand what it means to see red. I hate talking in cliches or using cliches in my writing or reading cliched catchphrases because to me it just seems like the writer couldn’t think of an original way to express something. It’s very common in commercial fiction, since writers seem forced to write quickly and publish multiple books a year to have an income.

Well, my parents love me, and I am lucky I am not homeless. Also, they cook and feed me. On my bday, I had lots of food. They worry about my health a lot too. They want me to get better and go on vacations with them. I’m like, pass. I have no desire to travel.

Anyway, the clapping apparently is on a 30-minute timer. It has stopped, so maybe I will be more relaxed now and can go back to sleep or read a book quietly.

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Author: Katinka

Complicated, #bipolar writer, gamer, romance book blogger, Bnet Tag: Bats#1598, #LoveWins #MeToo

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