Shit that pisses you off, part II
Mar 23, 2010 10:23:05 GMT -5
Post by Smithee of Zur-En-Arrh on Mar 23, 2010 10:23:05 GMT -5
Holy crap Destroyman, that sounds like a pain in the ass.
It kinda reminds me of my family at times, which is pretty big and highly obnoxious. So, I've got six to eight people living in the house depending on the week, with an extra person randomly and others added for sleepovers and such. So there can be up to twelve people in our one house at times. This in itself is a pain in the ass, because twelve people is far too much for the house I live in.
But it even sucks when my little brother and sister aren't having friends over, but my older sister is home. Now, my older sister has moved out. She's like what? 21 or something. Anyway, she's an addict, and extremely dependent and manipulative, and Christ I'm tired of her. She's barely moved out! Everything she does pisses me off... she'll come home and immediately kick me off of the computer, or the TV, or even my own bed.
"Oh, I've got work to do" and she goes on Facebook for hours.
"Oh, I want to watch a movie" and she'll watch three, and disregard my right to speak in my own home.
"Oh, you can sleep on the couch upstairs, I get cold up there" and I'm kicked out of my own damn bedroom.
The worst part is that she's exempt from chores, which makes sense, since, y'know she doesn't live with us anymore. Sure, that works. But she'll only use that when it is important. When it isn't necessary she'll come "home" at random, and apparently an uninvited guest gets to use everything we own without a second thought. Fuck that. Show some manners, and maybe I'll try to be a good host.
And stop bringing your boyfriend to my house and fucking. It's gross. I don't want to hear that shit.
I've always got to keep my appearances up because we have constant guests as well, which is a super nuisance. Sometimes, y'know, after keeping up appearances at school, and hanging out with friends making sure I smell good and look good, I want to go home, get in my pyjamas and play some video. But nope. Instead I've got my autistic cousin visiting, going through my stuff, fucking up my room, scratching my disks, and I can't blame him. Obviously not. But it'd be nice if I were allowed to lock my door from the inside (I can break back in with a nail) to keep him out. But nope, because he lives in a condo and isn't used to having an upstairs or downstairs (my room is in the basement) so he likes having the space to explore.
So no, I can't blame the kid, and I don't get angry at him, but damn, I spend my money to buy stuff. That's all of my money: games. I've got a shitload of other interests, but I've had to choose one, until I get a job.
I take good care of my stuff then. I just wish that guests and my mother, and my family would show some more damn respect. It's expensive, so I, y'know, need a place to put it. I've got like zero space for all of my game consoles, and it isn't helped that I'm not allowed to say "No" for people using my stuff.
People will leave games where they don't belong (like putting discs in the slips for the books in Gilmore Girls DVD cases. What the hell is that?!). Y'know, my little brother is in gr. 7. And he still gets off the hook for stuff like that because "Hey, y'know Smith-o, you used to do that when you were little" but he's not little anymore. He's almost in highschool.
So I've got a bothersome older sister, a babied little brother, what else?
Oh yeah, my older brother. Y'know, I love the guy. He's one of my best friends, and for the longest time he had a lot of pressure. When my mother and father divorced he was expected to fill my dad's shoes. And he was pretty young then. But nowadays, my mom has been remarried, and he's kind of obsolete in that territory. Maybe he feels that? I don't know.
But he'll do things to purposefully bother me. I don't know why... maybe he wants to prove his power over me, I've got no clue. Like, he's really controlling in a lot of ways, and he never does anything with me anymore, which is lame. Maybe it's because he's in university? But, as an example, we'll play an RPG together, and he'll expect me to sacrifice homework and sleep for us to continue in the game. I can't do that! I have enouh trouble with both of those to begin with. I'm not the type of guy who is always willing to play a game for hours straight.
It's a little hard to pinpoint what he does to bother me. I don't know. I dislike the way that if I say something he doesn't like, regardless of whether our mother or stepfather tells me that it's A-okay he won't allowed. I could ask my mom if I could have a peanut butter toast, and she'll say that it is okay. But when I go downstairs to make it he won't allow it. "Oh, Smithee, dinner is in only 3 hours. You can wait." Literally. This is a normal occurance, where I'll get home from school and have forgot to pack a lunch, and I get home at 4. So dinner's at 7 and I want a piece of toast to tide me over until then without have eaten anything beforehand. But because he disagrees with that he won't let me.
And I know I should probably Man-Up, y'know, I'm 16 and all, but I dislike the way that he'll physically enforce his rules. He'll grab my wrist to stop me, or put me in a full-nelson until I submit and he wins. Sometimes he jokes about things I'm uncomfortable with too, y'know, like he'll pull out a couple of knives and ask me "Which to do you want me to stab you with?" and it bothers the fuck out of me, because I'm not comfortable living with a guy who'll joke about such morbid shit.
I guess brothers do this sort of thing, like sometimes I'll wrestle with my little bro or stepbro, or we'll throw a couple punches, but I tend not to do that until they hit me first. I generally dislike violence, and I won't fight unless I'm being attacked first. So basically, if someone punches me, I may just punch them.
And I'll admit to having gotten frustrated with my siblings to push them before. They don't listen to me at all. Like, my little brother and sister. My mom will say I've got to make sure we all get to bed at a certain time, or "Tell your little sister she's got to clean up her room before she goes out" but it isn't like they'll listen. They'll just say "No" and bitch and moan until I'm so fed up that I pick them up from whatever they're doing and drag them to their work. And that isn't the proper way to handle that stuff, I know. But I'm not parent! I don't babysit kids for this reason, I can't handle little kids. There's no reason they shouldn't listen to what I say, because it is either reasonable, or my mom has told me to tell them. I'm not "babysitting them" like they seem to think, obviously not. I'm only 3 years older than my little bro and two years older than my little sis.
But the worst thing of all, is that they don't let me into any of their lives. At all. And they wonder "Why don't you ever tell us about your problems?" Because you don't ever let me in on yours, I'd say.
It is a combination of this, and the fact that I'm always some kind of scapegoat for blame. If a fight starts, oops it's my fault. Because it was either my little siblings who are obviously being picked on, or my older siblings who of course know better than me. Fuck that. They make me out to be some kind of monster. Like the time I was trying to sleep and my little sister starts watching a movie in the next room in the middle of the night. So I go, unplug the VCR, and pass her it. "Hey, catch" I say, and I put it in her hands. But apparently I whipped the thing at her. Or at least, that's how the story was when it got to my mother. That wasn't true at all, I dropped it from like 2 inches above her hands, and she was too fucking idiotic to catch it.
But ultimately, my little sister is probably the one I get along with the most...
Saying all of this probably makes you think I hate them, but I really do care about my family. They just piss me off sometimes, and step on my toes pushing me to do stupid shit. It doesn't help that I'm the middle child, with ADHD, OCD, a passive attitude, and that I'm the most Right-winged person in the household.
It kinda reminds me of my family at times, which is pretty big and highly obnoxious. So, I've got six to eight people living in the house depending on the week, with an extra person randomly and others added for sleepovers and such. So there can be up to twelve people in our one house at times. This in itself is a pain in the ass, because twelve people is far too much for the house I live in.
But it even sucks when my little brother and sister aren't having friends over, but my older sister is home. Now, my older sister has moved out. She's like what? 21 or something. Anyway, she's an addict, and extremely dependent and manipulative, and Christ I'm tired of her. She's barely moved out! Everything she does pisses me off... she'll come home and immediately kick me off of the computer, or the TV, or even my own bed.
"Oh, I've got work to do" and she goes on Facebook for hours.
"Oh, I want to watch a movie" and she'll watch three, and disregard my right to speak in my own home.
"Oh, you can sleep on the couch upstairs, I get cold up there" and I'm kicked out of my own damn bedroom.
The worst part is that she's exempt from chores, which makes sense, since, y'know she doesn't live with us anymore. Sure, that works. But she'll only use that when it is important. When it isn't necessary she'll come "home" at random, and apparently an uninvited guest gets to use everything we own without a second thought. Fuck that. Show some manners, and maybe I'll try to be a good host.
And stop bringing your boyfriend to my house and fucking. It's gross. I don't want to hear that shit.
I've always got to keep my appearances up because we have constant guests as well, which is a super nuisance. Sometimes, y'know, after keeping up appearances at school, and hanging out with friends making sure I smell good and look good, I want to go home, get in my pyjamas and play some video. But nope. Instead I've got my autistic cousin visiting, going through my stuff, fucking up my room, scratching my disks, and I can't blame him. Obviously not. But it'd be nice if I were allowed to lock my door from the inside (I can break back in with a nail) to keep him out. But nope, because he lives in a condo and isn't used to having an upstairs or downstairs (my room is in the basement) so he likes having the space to explore.
So no, I can't blame the kid, and I don't get angry at him, but damn, I spend my money to buy stuff. That's all of my money: games. I've got a shitload of other interests, but I've had to choose one, until I get a job.
I take good care of my stuff then. I just wish that guests and my mother, and my family would show some more damn respect. It's expensive, so I, y'know, need a place to put it. I've got like zero space for all of my game consoles, and it isn't helped that I'm not allowed to say "No" for people using my stuff.
People will leave games where they don't belong (like putting discs in the slips for the books in Gilmore Girls DVD cases. What the hell is that?!). Y'know, my little brother is in gr. 7. And he still gets off the hook for stuff like that because "Hey, y'know Smith-o, you used to do that when you were little" but he's not little anymore. He's almost in highschool.
So I've got a bothersome older sister, a babied little brother, what else?
Oh yeah, my older brother. Y'know, I love the guy. He's one of my best friends, and for the longest time he had a lot of pressure. When my mother and father divorced he was expected to fill my dad's shoes. And he was pretty young then. But nowadays, my mom has been remarried, and he's kind of obsolete in that territory. Maybe he feels that? I don't know.
But he'll do things to purposefully bother me. I don't know why... maybe he wants to prove his power over me, I've got no clue. Like, he's really controlling in a lot of ways, and he never does anything with me anymore, which is lame. Maybe it's because he's in university? But, as an example, we'll play an RPG together, and he'll expect me to sacrifice homework and sleep for us to continue in the game. I can't do that! I have enouh trouble with both of those to begin with. I'm not the type of guy who is always willing to play a game for hours straight.
It's a little hard to pinpoint what he does to bother me. I don't know. I dislike the way that if I say something he doesn't like, regardless of whether our mother or stepfather tells me that it's A-okay he won't allowed. I could ask my mom if I could have a peanut butter toast, and she'll say that it is okay. But when I go downstairs to make it he won't allow it. "Oh, Smithee, dinner is in only 3 hours. You can wait." Literally. This is a normal occurance, where I'll get home from school and have forgot to pack a lunch, and I get home at 4. So dinner's at 7 and I want a piece of toast to tide me over until then without have eaten anything beforehand. But because he disagrees with that he won't let me.
And I know I should probably Man-Up, y'know, I'm 16 and all, but I dislike the way that he'll physically enforce his rules. He'll grab my wrist to stop me, or put me in a full-nelson until I submit and he wins. Sometimes he jokes about things I'm uncomfortable with too, y'know, like he'll pull out a couple of knives and ask me "Which to do you want me to stab you with?" and it bothers the fuck out of me, because I'm not comfortable living with a guy who'll joke about such morbid shit.
I guess brothers do this sort of thing, like sometimes I'll wrestle with my little bro or stepbro, or we'll throw a couple punches, but I tend not to do that until they hit me first. I generally dislike violence, and I won't fight unless I'm being attacked first. So basically, if someone punches me, I may just punch them.
And I'll admit to having gotten frustrated with my siblings to push them before. They don't listen to me at all. Like, my little brother and sister. My mom will say I've got to make sure we all get to bed at a certain time, or "Tell your little sister she's got to clean up her room before she goes out" but it isn't like they'll listen. They'll just say "No" and bitch and moan until I'm so fed up that I pick them up from whatever they're doing and drag them to their work. And that isn't the proper way to handle that stuff, I know. But I'm not parent! I don't babysit kids for this reason, I can't handle little kids. There's no reason they shouldn't listen to what I say, because it is either reasonable, or my mom has told me to tell them. I'm not "babysitting them" like they seem to think, obviously not. I'm only 3 years older than my little bro and two years older than my little sis.
But the worst thing of all, is that they don't let me into any of their lives. At all. And they wonder "Why don't you ever tell us about your problems?" Because you don't ever let me in on yours, I'd say.
It is a combination of this, and the fact that I'm always some kind of scapegoat for blame. If a fight starts, oops it's my fault. Because it was either my little siblings who are obviously being picked on, or my older siblings who of course know better than me. Fuck that. They make me out to be some kind of monster. Like the time I was trying to sleep and my little sister starts watching a movie in the next room in the middle of the night. So I go, unplug the VCR, and pass her it. "Hey, catch" I say, and I put it in her hands. But apparently I whipped the thing at her. Or at least, that's how the story was when it got to my mother. That wasn't true at all, I dropped it from like 2 inches above her hands, and she was too fucking idiotic to catch it.
But ultimately, my little sister is probably the one I get along with the most...
Saying all of this probably makes you think I hate them, but I really do care about my family. They just piss me off sometimes, and step on my toes pushing me to do stupid shit. It doesn't help that I'm the middle child, with ADHD, OCD, a passive attitude, and that I'm the most Right-winged person in the household.
