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Um I think it might be time to take the whisk away from me. Or maybe just change my thought patterns.
Me: *standing in the kitchen, whisk in hand, nearly in tears*
Father: ...uh. Caitlin? Are you...okay?
Me: THE FROSTING IS GRAINY AND I CAN'T START OVER BECAUSE I HAVE NO BUTTER AND NOW I WILL HAVE NO FRIENDS AND EVERYTHING IS RUINED FOREVER
Father: We can get more butter
Me: NO
Father: ...why?
Me: THAT'S A WASTE OF MONEY ON MY INADEQUACY
Father: ...it's a dollar. It'll be okay.
Me: NO
Father: Why?
Me:...BECAUSE...because...because then...look, I'm in a doom spiral okay?
EDIT: Though to be fair round two of frosting was far superior
Me: *standing in the kitchen, whisk in hand, nearly in tears*
Father: ...uh. Caitlin? Are you...okay?
Me: THE FROSTING IS GRAINY AND I CAN'T START OVER BECAUSE I HAVE NO BUTTER AND NOW I WILL HAVE NO FRIENDS AND EVERYTHING IS RUINED FOREVER
Father: We can get more butter
Me: NO
Father: ...why?
Me: THAT'S A WASTE OF MONEY ON MY INADEQUACY
Father: ...it's a dollar. It'll be okay.
Me: NO
Father: Why?
Me:...BECAUSE...because...because then...look, I'm in a doom spiral okay?
EDIT: Though to be fair round two of frosting was far superior