Sun is shining.
Sky is blue.
It's far from 50*F outdoors, which is alright, since I have no immediate plans for heading outside.
The cats are napping, and Karl is bellowing indignantly at unseen faces online. These are 'friends' he plays games with via the internet. Friends who (I believe) understand his short fuse and bring him into games purely to incite a meltdown. Whatever else may be at the crux of the invitations, it's quite clear their true intentions are not friendly.
He came out to the kitchen for a glass of water after angrily peeling his headset off and slamming it onto the desktop.
"If you're that upset, find another game to play. Nothing says you have to play that game," I reason.
He turns, deadpan and earnest, visually slapping me with a disgusted facial expression.
Unwilling to receive a millisecond more of his anti-social withering stare I turn away and busy myself with my cup of steeping tea. Karl begins to lumber out of the kitchen and back towards his room (and all of that unbelievable fun he is enduring).
"I mean it's not as if they are holding a gun to your head," I add, as the distance between us grows.
He stopped mid-lurch and heaved a sigh in my direction. No. He threw that completely palpable sigh at my head - like a brick - and then continued to his room, where he carried on with his fun and games.
Seriously, he sighed at me with gale force gusto. Was that called for?
