My mother
My mother is weird, and I don't know how to describe her, but I'll detail about what happened today as an example:
While we were cooking grilled cheeses, my mom said You need to keep the bread at a moderate level or-- and I interrupted her saying Or it'll explode! She said, No, how's the bread gonna explode? It's impossible. I noted I was making a joke, and then she started hurting my feelings, that of which (I did moan and groan, respectively) I didn't show her. She said that my sense of humour (usually surreal humour) is not real, and is a unique identifier1 of me that only I have, and she told me to Get *real humour*. What the frick does that even mean?
The repression she has enforced over me, although somewhat aeolian, has gotten to the point in which I can't tell her that I'm an omni enby2.
An identification of something that has, is, or will exist.↩
Omni-sexual: attracted to all genders unevenly; Non-binary: not specifically male or female, used to connotate a third gender, no gender (agender), or a asthetic gender (xenine), in which people with the label are called enbies (enby in non-plural)↩