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Sometimes you're in one of those bad moods where human contact just makes it worse, and trying to talk you out of it would be like trying to melt an ice cube with liquid nitrogen, or trying to put out a candle with a flame thrower, or trying to darken a room by creating a miniature star, or trying to save a platoon of men from a firecracker by detonating a nuclear bomb at their location, amirite?
Every time my mom talks to me, I think of a new one.