Depression and anxiety: the two things that have made great comedians, then later killed them off because why not? These two sacks of sandy oyster stuffing (don't ask) have also hit me, yet I fail to make others than myself laugh with my more-than-slightly offbeat brand of humor.

Now, a few things about me so you can get a sense of who's writing this: I'm 17, home schooled half my life, now dual-enrolled, and an idiot when it comes to human interaction. That's it. On to the things you probably don't want to read.

Today, I had an argument with my parents that resulted with me melting down (figuratively, I'm not that out-of-shape yet) and getting my computer and phone taken away. It was my fault the whole ordeal started, but what happened afterwards that led to me curling up into a chubby (read: overweight) ball of tears was the result of refusal to communicate and lack of calm conversation. I'll spare you the details, so here's the rundown: my parents got pissed at me, I got pissed at them, screaming and crying ensued, and I discovered they had already hidden my phone and laptop. A little side note: my parents remind me every time I say "my phone/laptop/anything expensive" that it's not mine because they pay for it. They don't seem to get the concept of using descriptive words to differentiate similar items. Now back to the story.

After going back to my room in typical teenage style, slamming door included, I cracked it open to continue exasperating the argument with my Dad, who had my stuff squirreled away in his at-home office/bedroom.  Since I really wanted 'my' phone/laptop back, I tried to reason with him. From what I understood, he had taken away 'my' things because he didn't want to reward a meltdown by letting me continue using my phone and laptop. This is the part in the entire argument that I didn't, and still don't, understand. Sure, drive erratically while screaming at the top of your lungs. Laugh at me while I'm trying to explain my side of things, that's always fun. But not wanting to reward a  meltdown? Do you really think that somewhere in my primitive doggy mind I'm thinking, "If you give let me continue using electronics after ruining what's left of our parent/child relationship, I should do that again?" Do you really think I want to have a meltdown, and go through everything all. Over. Again.

After conveying this, and a lot of negotiation, I ended up getting 'my' things back. But now I have a massive headache and shitloads of homework that I didn't get done because of all the arguing. So should I have given up right from the start and shut my mouth, hoping they won't lecture me for hours? Was it all worth it? We'll never know because I'm incapable of letting anything go unchallenged.