Sometimes you invest so much time in trying your damndest to make those you love happy, healthy or even just not biting your damn head off for breathing you forget that you are the HBIC. ( That's head bitch in charge for those playing along at home)
Even if you are juggling Eightyseventykabillion and 53 balls in the air for like 3 decades if you gently ask or hint, or think that the OBVIOUS begging for someone else to simply pick one of those balls up and throw it back into circulation for you it appears that's way too much to ask, so you don't. Well then 1 day you just snap and start running naked thru the local mall throwing waffle cones at old people speed walking. Or you can go ahead, take a deep breath, remember who you really are, and that you have been juggling all those balls since you could walk and that the world can line up and take turns kissing your ass.
Or you can make it simple and just print this out and staple it to your forehead.
I find it works better when you ball it up in your fist and smack the shit out of them.
You are welcome..