Once upon a time a young girl sat on her kitchen table with a pretty bad stomachache and some smashed meatballs in the garbage can, and this is her story…
Joanna was sitting in the kitchen making some coffee, when Marie arrived. she offered to help Joanna with the coffee so she went on and got rid of the old coffee bag , as she bent down to throw it in the garbage she noticed some smashed meatballs along with what at some point had been Joanna’s mom’s favorite bowl. Marie got back up again looked at Joanna who was still unaware of the situation and said “Why are those meatballs smashed in the garbage, and what’s your mom’s favorite bowl doing there?” Joanna looked up again, not bothered, and answered. “I smashed them” as she took two mugs out of a cabinet. Marie answered “What do you mean you smashed them, why?” Joanna placed the mugs carefully on the table and said “My mom just checked herself into the hospital …again” Marie: “What!? Why? What happened? And what does that have to do with the smashing of the meatballs?!” Joanna lifted her hand up her hand palm facing her face and showed it to Marie. Marie said “Oh My God what the hell happened?!What’s going on?” Joanna said “This, this is an anxiety attack!” Marie “An anxiety attack? It looks like they poured acid, and what does it have to do with your mom in the hospital, and the smashing of the meatballs!!?” Joanna “Well because that’s how it started, I scratched because I had an anxiety attack produced by the fact that I couldn’t go to the gym today , first because I wasn’t feeling good, then because my mom said she wanted to go, then I didn’t wan her to go, then I said I wasn’t going, then I regretted it and said I was going, and she said she was coming too, and then I said I don’t want you to come, and then she said, why? I wan to go I’m bored, and I said but I don’t want you to come today, and she said but I want to come TODAY so we argued I put my things down again and I said fine I’m not going, then I scratched it till it bled and it really hurt, then I put some of my medication and it hurt a little bit more, and then I took a shower and everything seemed fine , I was actually feeling a lot better as I stepped out of the shower, I was getting dressed, and then my mom called, and said she needed to talk to me, to which I replied I was getting dressed, then she called again, and I said again I’m getting dressed! . So I finished getting dressed and I went downstairs, and, I thought something was wrong by the tone of her voice, but you know I thought, she’d say something like; you made me feel so bad blah blah. I get downstairs and she says I’m checking myself into the hospital and I was like WHAT!? But for a minute I thought well she’s not feeling good (you know she’s kinda losing it again) and I thought cool she’ll be away for a few days she wont bother me, my aunt wont be around either, my dad will, but he doesn’t bother me, so cool, But then she said she was physically not feeling well, that her eyes were swollen and her throat was dry and, I don’t know she fucking said she was being poisoned, and that’s when I said FUCK IT! FUUUCK IT! She’s not fucking doing this again. So I got pissed off and went upstairs.” Marie “And that’s how the meatballs winded up there?” Joanna “No! I went upstairs because I was pissed off at her so I cried and cried and cried and cried and kept crying then my dad called and I didn’t answer and cried some more, and then my dad got home and he was freaking out, because he thought something had happened blah blah same old story, and I said nothing happened she’s fucking losing it again, and he said he heard something on the phone blah blah, and I said again nothing happened she’s imagining things (again!) so he took off and asked if I knew where she was, and I said I didn’t so he left, and I cried some more, and then I realized I was fucking hungry, so I came here and took a good look at the meatballs, tried half of one, then I got pissed off and I threw it away, then I took the first bowl poured like five meatballs, stared at the bowl, and then I smashed it to the ground, stared at it for a while, then I went out and looked for the broom which I couldn’t find and then got pissed off again then I swiped, then I took another bowl and poured five more meatballs, then I tried to eat them and again I couldn’t cause I was pissed off… again…” Marie interrupted “Why would you get pissed at the meatballs?” Joanna “Well I thought about it and I think because they represent my mom” Marie “WHAT!?” Joanna “They’re like my moms favorite meal so I think that everything I did to the meatballs was if I had done it to her” Marie “So you would have smashed your mom to the ground?” Joanna “Hell no! Just the meatballs, focus! All I’m saying is that I gave the meatballs that power I saw my mom on the meatballs and that’s why I smashed them” Marie “What about the third bowl?” Joanna “Oh those are the ones I ate” Marie “So you ate your mom, dude you just ate like all your anger, isn’t that gonna like kill your stomach or something?” Joanna “I know but I was hungry and for the record my stomach was already swollen up as soon as she mentioned the GOD DAMM HOSIPITAL!, besides I also had some salad and I did feel a lot better after the salad, and now I’ll have some coffee which is probably not good either but I don’t really give a dam” Marie “So what about your mom? How’s she doing?” Joanna “I don’t know she’s probably thinking someone is trying to kill her I don’t know she thinks a lot of crazy stuff when she loses it, so you have me.” Marie “You won’t go and see her?” Joanna “Dude! I just smashed the meatballs?” Marie “How many meatballs did you smash?” Joanna “I don’ know like ten?” Marie “You just wasted ten good meatballs in your anger attack?” Joanna “No! well yeah but if you think about it no one’s gonna eat the fucking meatballs anyway, and I did eat like four, so technically I did them a favor” Marie “You wasted ten perfectly healthy meatballs and a bowl” Joanna” it could have been the entire meatball case and the three bowls, I’d say they did pretty good giving the situation”
Marie poured the coffee took out the sugar and they both began to stir it as they walked away to the leaving room.
