A WOMAN ON TWITTER?

 i'll say it. if you see me struggling with wired earphones (yes they are not extinct and i like them), let me struggle. infact take pleasure in watching me lose the balance of the last shred of my sanity over them.

in that moment, my brain blocks my surrounding and the only two entities in the arena are those two long- tentacled evil abomination and me.

and don't ever tell me "hey there, lemme do it." 

thanks for the kind gesture but that's the point where my purpose to exist decomposes.

 that's when my head tells me, "cha cha cha, she couldn't detangle some petty wires and she wishes to unravel the knots of generational trauma."

watch me struggle in that moment.

liberating anguish.