Grumpy leaves me feeling annoyed with everything.
The world. Humanity. You. Me. Everyone and everything.
Grumpy turns minor things into giant, teeth gnashing, monster issues.
Is that a sock on the floor?
WHY IS THERE A GODDAMN SOCK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING FLOOR??
Grumpy arrives at the party carrying unannounced discontent; glad to be here but the dip could use more salt, the chair is lumpy, and are you struggling financially because it's a bit chilly in here.
I never remember if I invited them or not. Or why.
Grumpy eats a package of tiny white powered donuts, a double-decker oatmeal cream pie, and a bag of Fun-Yuns out of spite. Spite for who or what...doesn't really matter.
Grumpy will sit here with a broody furrowed brow, answering all questions with one syllable.
Grumpy. Takes. EVERYTHING. Personally. .
Grumpy walks around with stompy feet, full of sighs, wishing someone would just FREAKING ASK ME HOW I'M DOING BECAUSE NO ONE REALLY CARES...AND...
"...oh me? oh...I'm just fine really. Oh yes. No...that furrowed brow? Oh...just a lot on my mind. I'm fine."
WHY OH WHY DOES NOBODY CARE???
Grumpy is contradictory.
Grumpy only stops to pet the cat.
Grumpy really only hears what Grumpy wants to hear.
Grumpy does not want to participate in today.
Grumpy will be staying in their room until Thursday...
...or maybe 2022.