Playing Osu While My Parents Are Arguing

The keyboard clicks echo, a frantic rhythm against a backdrop of... well, a different kind of rhythm. Let's just say the percussion section in my house is getting a little too intense.

Yep, it's osu! time. And it's also... uh... "family discussion" time. The kind with raised voices and dramatic pauses.

I’m trying to focus on those darn circles. It's strangely calming, in a very chaotic way.

The Unexpected Zen of Circle Clicking

You might think that a house shaking with the sheer power of parental disagreement would be the worst possible environment for a game requiring intense concentration. You'd be partially right.

But here's the thing: osu! demands all your attention. Every fiber of your being must be dedicated to tapping, sliding, and spinning.

It's like a mental shield. A brightly colored, anime-infused shield against the storm brewing outside my headphones.

Finding the Beat in the Chaos

The best part? Sometimes the music syncs up, in the most bizarre way, with whatever’s being said. A particularly dramatic slam of the door coincides perfectly with a beat drop.

It's almost... comedic? I’m not laughing, of course. That would be awkward. But internally, I'm giving it a solid "lol."

Then there are the moments when my mom's impassioned speech unintentionally provides the perfect rhythm for my tapping. It's like she's my personal metronome.

Accidental Therapy

Okay, maybe I’m romanticizing it a little. It’s not exactly a spa day.

But there's something weirdly therapeutic about it. It’s like I’m channeling all the stress and tension into those circles.

Each perfect hit is a tiny victory. A small act of defiance against the impending doom of… whatever they’re arguing about this time.

The High Score Hustle

And let's not forget the competitive aspect. Gotta keep that high score up, even if the house is falling down around me.

My fingers fly across the keyboard, fueled by a potent cocktail of adrenaline and sheer stubbornness. I will beat this map.

I'm pretty sure my osu! skills have increased exponentially during these impromptu training sessions. Survival of the fastest clicker, I guess.

The Unexpected Benefit

The most surprising thing? Afterwards, the argument seems... less intense. Maybe because I’ve inadvertently absorbed all the bad vibes like some kind of osu! stress sponge.

Or maybe everyone's just tired of yelling. Either way, I’ll take it.

So, the next time you find yourself in a less-than-ideal environment, consider firing up osu!. You might just find your own brand of zen in the chaos.