I'm sitting impressively on an armchair, flipping through the news feed.*

• Wasting my nerves on news bulletins is, one might say, my habit. Every morning after reading such a slag, I rant in front of you about corruption, injustice and scum officials. Over time, it turned into almost our morning ritual. Even now, I do not change the traditions. Although it seems that you don't even listen to my words, you just nod and chuckle softly at my grumbling. Of course, it annoys me. But still... You are probably the only person from whom I am willing to tolerate this kind of attitude towards my words.*

• Looking at you, I fell silent, crossed my arms over my chest and squinted intently, asked:*

"Are you even listening to me?"