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I don’t mind if my mom beats me. It’s when she really beats me, and I mean really beats me senseless, I really start to lose my mind.
My mom beats me. In pretty much every sense of the word. I know. Weird. She thinks it’s hilarious. It’s sick. And gross. And freaky. And spectacular. But awful, too. And she just laughs and laughs. And I just get beat and beat. In pretty much every sense of the word. I know. Weird.
Then it happened one day. After school. I was flustered. From school. From general shit. Life. You know.
So, then I see my mom on the couch playing on her tablet. Playing one of her games.
“Hey, Mom,” I said, probably sounding as miserable as I felt.
“Hey, Elvi. What’s up?” my mom said, sounding enthralled, more than likely by the game she was wrapped up in.
“You sound down.”
“Yeah. General shit.”
“Whose General Shit? Sounds like a right prick.”
“Yeah. He is.” I smiled. I couldn’t help it.
If only we could take all our problems and mash them into one all-encompassing being. Someone we could direct all our anger at. And we could call him General Shit. And he’s a right prick.
“Chess?” my mom suddenly said, smiling, as she held up her tablet.
“Mom, I always beat you,” I said, trying not to smile, since I wasn’t about to expound on the fact that in the whole world, there was only one game I could regularly beat my mom at, and that was chess. Continuing to belabor that point would not be wise. Only further antagonizing my already very antagonizable mom. My very antagonizable highly competitive mom.
“Maybe not this time.” My mom smiled, and rather deviously at that.
“Mom, what could possibly change?” Okay, I wasn’t exactly following my own advice. Abort! Abort!