Mom: Hey, what do you think of this? *random topic*

My brain:

Option one: tell your honest thoughts about it

Result: you're fucked if she doesn't agree with you

Option two: lie and agree with whatever she likes

Result: you're fucked 'cause you don't understand or  know  her tastes at all

Option three: plan B

Plan B: pretend to have a stroke

Me: Plan B it is!

My mom: STOP SPACING OUT AND TALK! WERE YOU EVEN LISTENING?! NEVER MIND! *walks away angry*