ain’t someone misbehaving now

I don’t know what bothers me more – the fact that someone is misbehaving or that it bothers me so.

I have everything I need within my reach and know I am in no danger from above mentioned misbehavior.

And yet, much like escaping scraggly nails screeching across a dusty blackboard, I want to grab my chair, throw it against the glass to break free and fly upward away from all that is offensive to my ears and heart.

But before I do, I logically gage the weight of the chair versus the depth of the glass calculated against the strength of my tired muscles and realistic flight aspirations.

Hence, I remain seated, the screeching continues and I seek another way to listen without hearing.


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