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I'm Now Responsible For the Plague
5 years ago
Glimpse The Thoughts of Jack the Beaver
This one might be the most amazing thing my family has ever blamed me for and that says a lot.
So I woke up after a long and horrid night of not sleeping, and decided as you do, to...relieve myself. Usually I'd not share details like that but I'm angry about this and once you read my journal, you will be too. While I was attempting to, my mom barged into my room without knocking.
Side note, my family does this all the time. Not only do they but my dad once (very angrily) yelled at me that this was HIS house and in HIS house no doors would be locked to HIM. So instead of a lock I've wrapped the handles of several bags around my door knob to make it harder to turn and to give me some time should I be indisposed.
Anyway, my mom entered just after I was able to get myself presentable. She sat down on my bed and told me "We need to have a talk about Covid-19". As soon as she started playing that I could hear the "Violin of sad music" playing in my head, the kind you hear in really melodramatic movies. She then told me she needed me to be honest about everything, because quote "We deliver food to older people and we're going to do your grandmother's taxes next weekend".
I would suggest delaying both until the pandemic passes, but hey what would I know? I'm a sensible person. And before you say something about delivering food, my parents volunteer at the Christian mission, who already offered to replace them with someone who's tested negative.
My mother started by telling me "We know you're an adult and know all of this" and then went on a long (and I mean long) rant about how every time I leave the house I could be infecting myself, or exposing them to the virus. Please note I've been working from home for the last week and only left at most, once a day. My mom in contrast still works in town (in a doctors office, good thing you can't get infected there) and until Thursday, my dad worked at a facility of several thousand people.
No no no, it's me who's the risk for bringing the virus in. Why? Because two people in the office building I work in have gotten sick with it, as has one member of my game night who I last saw....three weeks ago. I pointed out I knew all of this already, but my mom doesn't think I take this seriously.
Two days ago my mom had me go out to a gas station for her to get her a doughnut for breakfast because she didn't want to eat a protein bar. Good to know I'm not taking it seriously. For fairness, I was going to go out and get one for me. But she was fine with it. Just pointing out the hypocrisy of this.
Anyway the discussion ended with her annoyed at me for not taking this seriously and warning me I could be making people sick. Mom, you work at a doctors office. Which one of us is more likely to have the plague? Seriously, she warned me (in her usual gas lighting way to make it seem like she wasn't doing so) that if the family gets sick, it'll be my fault.
This is a new one I must admit. It's not often I get accused of bringing the sickness, but now I have been. Bravo Mom, bravo. Anyway, she and my dad don't want me leaving the house under any circumstance and I need to get used to being under quarantine. I should point out that at this point, I AM NOT SICK. I have no symptoms and while I could have the virus and not know it, so could they. Again my Mom is the one at the highest risk, not me, since she works in a doctors office. But no, this is all my fault.
The only thing I've gotten out of that rant was I should commission some art of myself as the Pestilence horseman of the Apocalypse. That and I'm responsible for the plague. My family folks, you can't make this shit up.
Please comment, even if you disagree, please comment here.
So I woke up after a long and horrid night of not sleeping, and decided as you do, to...relieve myself. Usually I'd not share details like that but I'm angry about this and once you read my journal, you will be too. While I was attempting to, my mom barged into my room without knocking.
Side note, my family does this all the time. Not only do they but my dad once (very angrily) yelled at me that this was HIS house and in HIS house no doors would be locked to HIM. So instead of a lock I've wrapped the handles of several bags around my door knob to make it harder to turn and to give me some time should I be indisposed.
Anyway, my mom entered just after I was able to get myself presentable. She sat down on my bed and told me "We need to have a talk about Covid-19". As soon as she started playing that I could hear the "Violin of sad music" playing in my head, the kind you hear in really melodramatic movies. She then told me she needed me to be honest about everything, because quote "We deliver food to older people and we're going to do your grandmother's taxes next weekend".
I would suggest delaying both until the pandemic passes, but hey what would I know? I'm a sensible person. And before you say something about delivering food, my parents volunteer at the Christian mission, who already offered to replace them with someone who's tested negative.
My mother started by telling me "We know you're an adult and know all of this" and then went on a long (and I mean long) rant about how every time I leave the house I could be infecting myself, or exposing them to the virus. Please note I've been working from home for the last week and only left at most, once a day. My mom in contrast still works in town (in a doctors office, good thing you can't get infected there) and until Thursday, my dad worked at a facility of several thousand people.
No no no, it's me who's the risk for bringing the virus in. Why? Because two people in the office building I work in have gotten sick with it, as has one member of my game night who I last saw....three weeks ago. I pointed out I knew all of this already, but my mom doesn't think I take this seriously.
Two days ago my mom had me go out to a gas station for her to get her a doughnut for breakfast because she didn't want to eat a protein bar. Good to know I'm not taking it seriously. For fairness, I was going to go out and get one for me. But she was fine with it. Just pointing out the hypocrisy of this.
Anyway the discussion ended with her annoyed at me for not taking this seriously and warning me I could be making people sick. Mom, you work at a doctors office. Which one of us is more likely to have the plague? Seriously, she warned me (in her usual gas lighting way to make it seem like she wasn't doing so) that if the family gets sick, it'll be my fault.
This is a new one I must admit. It's not often I get accused of bringing the sickness, but now I have been. Bravo Mom, bravo. Anyway, she and my dad don't want me leaving the house under any circumstance and I need to get used to being under quarantine. I should point out that at this point, I AM NOT SICK. I have no symptoms and while I could have the virus and not know it, so could they. Again my Mom is the one at the highest risk, not me, since she works in a doctors office. But no, this is all my fault.
The only thing I've gotten out of that rant was I should commission some art of myself as the Pestilence horseman of the Apocalypse. That and I'm responsible for the plague. My family folks, you can't make this shit up.
Please comment, even if you disagree, please comment here.
So if you're Pestilence, am I Famine? I eat so much, I can see them accusing me of bringing it.
And The Pestilence, reminds me a lot about this game called Town of Salem.
Anyways, I really wish you the best of luck, but I do want to recommend you this.
Do not go outside under any circumstances and wait for the day one of your family members get sick.
Have a log with you that has everything you did for the past days or weeks and show it to your infected parents that you're not responsible,
And maybe this last part may sound messed up but this is completely optional, laugh while they're sick to rub it in their faces.
Or ditch all of that and pretend to have COVID 19 one day and prank them badly.
Maybe they'll ground you, but hey, quarintine and staying at hone proves you're not the infected.
I wish you the best of luck mate
As much fun as getting revenge on my parents would be, I won't mess with them. Better I keep the moral high ground.
Well, the next time you post a story, hit me up and I'll read it.
AHHHH!!!!!
Dominus tecum
1. Have you ever heard anything that stupid?
2. How would you have responded in that situation?
3. Your zebrataur icon, zebra's have huge necks, is that tie uncomfortable?
2. I'd have probably listen politely at first, trying to be understanding. Once it was clear that we were going off the deep end I'd have started to try and gently apply the brakes. If they persisted, I'd probably blow them off and tell them that they were part of the problem and needed to examine themselves first. And if they still continued I'd blow up. Perhaps not the most productive, but I do not take well to that level of idiocy.
3. It's important to get dress shirts and ties designed for equines. The collars are appropriately sized and have a deep shape to fit around our neck comfortably. The ties are extra long too. So, not uncomfortable, but I am definitely glad to get it off at the end of the day.
Dominus tecum
Anyways: I see forward to your art - maybe a tf plague would be good! ;-P
Also, I kinda thought that this explanation would go in a way of her blaming you for bringing in the disease, because you jacked off, it being against Christian doctrine or such. ^^'
I still feel that but having finished it...I really understand how you feel. Your family has the same type of delusional reality issue that my mother does. I came to the realization a long time ago that no matter what you do they will never understand, nor try to understand, any other viewpoint than their delusion. It is a very unintentionally devious stupidity that they are extremely unlikely to try to admit, let alone fix.
It is a projection of all the anger and self hatred that manifests outward at a target.
And do you know what the worst part is? Despite KNOWING they trained you to be a convenient punching bag for their own selfish insecurities and hatreds...You love them anyway because you understand them. You get WHY and know that they could NEVER admit it.
Why? Because they aren't strong enough...but they are your blood, your family. And it is much harder to hate someone you love, understand, and pity.
I know how hard it is, but all you can do is get to a point where you can distance yourself. This allows you to deal with them on your terms with your rules.
Sorry about the text wall, but there is ALWAYS space for you here, just gimme the word.
*hugs