... cos if my family's genetics is any indication, I'm gonna be one seriously fucked-in-the-head individual.

SCENARIO:
This morning, I came home from work, put my empty lunch container away, said my good mornings to people and went about my business back to my room. After spending about a minute in the room I realized it was wash day, so I put my work clothes away and went directly back to my room and locked the door. Not ten minutes later I get a knock on my door: "Are you taking a shower now or not?" I usually do that right before I go to sleep to help me relax, and since I've been awake during the day lately the answer was obviously "No, not now. Later on."

Here comes the puzzling part. I was told "But you just came in here holding a white towel and said you were taking a shower!" That was a major Whiskey Tango Foxtrot moment. As I stated, I'd not gone to the living room nor made any interaction with my mom since I passed through there to go to my room when I arrived back home. There was a rather big argument, as my mom swore she saw me walk into the living room holding a white towel to tell her I was getting in the shower immediately. I asked her what white towel she was talking about and she said it was the one we use in the bathroom hanging by the sink. I had to ask myself why in the seven levels of hell would I do something so asinine as taking the hand-drying towel to go tell her I was gonna take a shower?! It was only after that I actually went into the bathroom and saw the aforementioned towel was coral and teal in color, not white.

Just last week my mom FINALLY threw away the empty soup cans containing three months worth of scrap lettuce and tomato because it had finally all rotten to the point the flies had found it and were swarming the kitchen.

I fucking SWEAR if this severely-degraded mental state is all I have to look forward to when I get older, I don't want to.