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Oh, for fuck's sake.
11 years ago
You know my greatest dream right now? MOVING THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.
As if I'm not stumped enough with a pile of art to do and college stuff and health issues, my parents decide to warn me that some friends of theirs will spend 10 days here. What that means? Means that I'll have to babysit them, empty my furniture (and take it to the second floor) for them and generally keep giving them attention like the social human being I'm not.
And not mentioning the pile of bullshit I keep having to solve for my family. And my naive, narcissistic and spoiled bitch of a sister that can't be bothered to even pick up a fucking phone call. "It's a man's job to do this stuff" she says. While eating cookies watching TV all-fucking-day.
Greeeaat.
Hell, I hate even washing dishes I didn't use. I use a cup and a plate, but gotta wash 10 plates, 15 cups, bowls, etc. I buy a small soda can, take a sip...by night, it's gone. And nobody, NOBODY cares to even take their trash out. Just let it pile up and stink. FFFffff.
Okay, rant over. I need to go shoot shit up. >:|
As if I'm not stumped enough with a pile of art to do and college stuff and health issues, my parents decide to warn me that some friends of theirs will spend 10 days here. What that means? Means that I'll have to babysit them, empty my furniture (and take it to the second floor) for them and generally keep giving them attention like the social human being I'm not.
And not mentioning the pile of bullshit I keep having to solve for my family. And my naive, narcissistic and spoiled bitch of a sister that can't be bothered to even pick up a fucking phone call. "It's a man's job to do this stuff" she says. While eating cookies watching TV all-fucking-day.
Greeeaat.
Hell, I hate even washing dishes I didn't use. I use a cup and a plate, but gotta wash 10 plates, 15 cups, bowls, etc. I buy a small soda can, take a sip...by night, it's gone. And nobody, NOBODY cares to even take their trash out. Just let it pile up and stink. FFFffff.
Okay, rant over. I need to go shoot shit up. >:|
I hope it'll be over soon... You can do this!
PS. I *HATE* washing dishes or anything alike...
Oh, dishwashing. I cringe when my dad fries some eggs then happily proceeds to throw that oily mess all over the dishes...e_e;
Get out of there and then have a good laugh how chaotic it will get there without you.
P.S. While I would like to understand the logic of why you have to look after their friends after they invited them, but I won't, because I truly fear that there might be one and that would blow my mind.
I'm a bit of an introvert myself, and aren't a huge fan of endless chores for people who couldn't be assed to do their own chores either. So yes, I can relate.
I've always had problems understanding social interactions, so I end up making myself be as kind and presentable as possible. Often at sacrifice of my own happiness and wants. Hell, half the time I can't answer the question "What do you want?". I'm so used to shoving my own desires aside to try to please others.
But anyways, enough about me. I hope your situation improves.
With social interactions, I can usually use the fact I got Asperger's as an excuse to my "I fucking hate people, leave me alone in my own place" kind of thinking. :D
... hey we can be alone in our own place together! >.>
"Alone together" comes to mind. lolol. :D
<Incoming ramble> I've spent my entire life fighting to learn how to cope with my deficiencies in social talent.
Studying wolves, hilariously, has been the best thing to ever happen to that, as they literally taught me body language.
And now here I am, mopey, depressed, alone, having lost my best friend (kitty) less than a month ago, yet I have a house, a job, a car, and a very supportive family.
I frequently criticize myself for any and every mis-step that I perform, every mistake, every falter, every failure. I keep trying to simply "push myself harder" to overcome every slight or fault...
I do not like myself. ._. </ramble>
And what's the story with the parents' friends - you are going to have to babysit them, their kids, ...?
And yeah, kids too. Augh.
And kids too? Nice. If it makes you feel better (it probably won't) we've all "volunteered" for that kind of thing before. It's totally a grin-and-bear-it kind of thing. Of course, you *could* keep them entertained by letting them watch you draw... something. I'll leave what up to your imagination. At least you'd be free of the babysitting duty... >.>
I am a cleaner at my work place, that makes it double cbf bullshit I have to do.
Or listen to non-christian music.
Or watch non-christian movies. Books. CLOTHING.
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