The Intersection of Ignorance and Narcissism

It's 2 am, and I'm woken up by my mother, who is vigorously attempting to unclog the toilet. She continues to plunge at it, splashing water and microscopic feces into the air, and at this point the entire one-room apartment smells like poop. She doesn't understand the concept of a plunger. 

About five minutes in, five continuous minutes of plunging and the sound of poop water slamming against the toilet walls, I ask "why don't you use your brain?" But she doesn't. She continues to mindlessly plunge the plunger up and down, releasing it from it's grasp on the toilet gutter, therefore releasing the buildup of suction that it provides. 

How does a plunger work? Is this common knowledge? Why doesn't she use her mind to understand what she is doing? Not only she can't acknowledge her blatant ignorance and narcissism regarding her abuse of me as a child, but she also can't use her mind to survive simple daily tasks and safety. 

I could write a list of a hundred things she has done which have been unsafe and potentially deadly. It's hard to believe I grew up with such a person. Now I understand the neglect I faced. Is it stupidity that causes someone to physically harm another? Is it narcissism? Is it a combination of both? I can't be bothered at this hour.

It's been thirty minutes of plunging. She doesn't stop to use her mind. I could unclog the toilet in one minute, but I won't. Anyone who has suffered abuse like I have will understand that I cannot put myself in a position of service to her, the person who took my freedom away from me. I will unclog the toilet when I need to. And don't worry, dear reader, if we ever cross paths, I will happily unclog the toilet for you if you need me to.

I can't sleep. I ran another 3.1 miles last night, after riding about 30 miles in the heat to my therapy appointment, and then returning to do some deliveries so that I could mitigate the damage of what I spent throughout the day. I need to rest and recover, and it's proving difficult. I worry that my legs aren't getting enough rest. I might have to skip my morning 5K tomorrow.. well.. I could just walk it instead. I guess I'll do that. But I might not be able to resist a run. I see how this could easily become an addiction for me.. anyways.. it's been a long way. I'll try to rest.. good night.. or .. morning..