46. Colors Matter More
I once grabbed a box of tissue from the upstairs closet and took it to my room downstairs. My mom flipped on me when she found out because I “took the wrong colour box”. That’s right. She freaked out because I took a blue box of tissue, which I should have somehow known are only to be used in the living room upstairs.
Note that there was no difference in the type of tissue. Simply a large multi-pack that had different colour boxes.
Still bothers me that she seems to seek excuses to get upset about stupid sh*t because she has no legitimate things to be upset about. Like why can’t you just be happy?