I can’t believe I’m having this argument

I told my mom we need new windshield wipers and that I would buy them. With the rain and now the blizzards, my vision is so obscured so I need to use them- but using them leaves this shitty chalky stuff (not frost, actual chalky texture) all over and I can see even less of the road- and when I’m going like 60 on the freeway, in traffic, and I can’t see, it makes me feel like I’m going to die.

And she’s ARGUING. She’s unexplainably pissed off for some reason and is insisting that it’s something that I’m doing wrong. She told me what I SHOULD be doing and guess what. It’s exactly what I am doing. And I said I’d pay for the goddamn wipers. What’s her deal??

What part of “this is unsafe and I am going to crash the car” is she not getting??

My twenty third birthday approaches, and I don’t feel 23. Or maybe I do? Is my experience universal and I’m just so wrapped up in the intricacies of my day to day life that I don’t realize that the big things, everyone else is going through too? Are there limits to what is universal and what cannot be, as in something being partially universal? Or does the name do exactly what it implies and therefore there cannot be anything that is truly, emotionally or experientially universal, unless it is something scientific like physics?

I had a literal nightmare last night about my senior show

Arts grant committees be like

You must send in your application on the third full moon of the lunar year, while balancing an egg on your head and skipping rope

Your application must consist of: the bone of a cow (but we won’t tell you which), thirty examples of your best work (even though this grant is for emerging artists who have been working under three years), the Russian nuclear bomb codes, and the key to a city in North Dakota

Also the grant is $3 and it’s a loan