bitching
I really really hate my stepdad.
It's nasty, but so true, he just rubs me up the wrong way totally, maybe I was an enemy with him in a past life.
Just a few of the things that annoy me about him:
- whenever he eats he ends up with half of it down his chin
- he makes such a big deal about pathetic amounts of money
- he dresses and acts twice his age
- he talks about welding and fishing and power plants, and thinks it's funny (he actually finds it interesting, but he finally clued into the fact we hate it and now finds it funny to bring up)
- he tells racist (granted, only mild, but still, they're racist) jokes, or laughs at them, or basically thinks they're hilarious.
- he has no concept of time, whenever he tells you a time you have to double it
- he makes such a mess in the kitchen, and every work surface is covered in crap and spices, and it's hard to make a slice of toast without it ending up curried.
The most recent things that *really* pissed me off and made me want to slap him:
- He asked my mum to get him some Stella, when she said she wasn't getting in the *very* long queue in the alcohol section, he stormed off in a huff.
- He had an argument about how his phone was different (it was a Nokia, as was the old one - they're practically the same every time), then was trying to basically say "if I say it's different, it is"
- I asked mum if I could get the chocolate from the fridge to take on a journey, she didn't realise which stuff I meant and said yes, I got it out and he yelled at me.
...just had to get that off my chest, it's sort of dull I know, but cataloguing everything that annoys me about him might help... or not, but whatever.
In keeping with my theories of my past lives (yet to be confirmed btw), I'm thiking I met him in London (Victorian Era), when I was young, a pickpocket... I'm not sure why I dislike him but I think that's where I may have met him.
I get strange ideas sometimes.
It's nasty, but so true, he just rubs me up the wrong way totally, maybe I was an enemy with him in a past life.
Just a few of the things that annoy me about him:
- whenever he eats he ends up with half of it down his chin
- he makes such a big deal about pathetic amounts of money
- he dresses and acts twice his age
- he talks about welding and fishing and power plants, and thinks it's funny (he actually finds it interesting, but he finally clued into the fact we hate it and now finds it funny to bring up)
- he tells racist (granted, only mild, but still, they're racist) jokes, or laughs at them, or basically thinks they're hilarious.
- he has no concept of time, whenever he tells you a time you have to double it
- he makes such a mess in the kitchen, and every work surface is covered in crap and spices, and it's hard to make a slice of toast without it ending up curried.
The most recent things that *really* pissed me off and made me want to slap him:
- He asked my mum to get him some Stella, when she said she wasn't getting in the *very* long queue in the alcohol section, he stormed off in a huff.
- He had an argument about how his phone was different (it was a Nokia, as was the old one - they're practically the same every time), then was trying to basically say "if I say it's different, it is"
- I asked mum if I could get the chocolate from the fridge to take on a journey, she didn't realise which stuff I meant and said yes, I got it out and he yelled at me.
...just had to get that off my chest, it's sort of dull I know, but cataloguing everything that annoys me about him might help... or not, but whatever.
In keeping with my theories of my past lives (yet to be confirmed btw), I'm thiking I met him in London (Victorian Era), when I was young, a pickpocket... I'm not sure why I dislike him but I think that's where I may have met him.
I get strange ideas sometimes.