The more I think about it...
The more I realize I'm getting tired of living here. A stream of anger is starting to build, I find I don't care much for being even in the same room with my parents and they go about their lives like everything is normal (and hell, maybe for them it is.)
Yesterday I worked on the phone from 2 to 4 pm. Sometime around 3:30, my parents shut the door leading to the upstairs. It's a habit they've acquired recently, when they have company over, they shut they door and block it with a two by four so I can't open it. Now, wanting the door shut and to spend time alone with their friends, hey, that's understandable, but keeping me from going upstairs?
guess you can understand why all my speculation turns down rather... shall we say, "interesting" paths.
What pisses me off this time though is they didn't bother to tell me that they were even having company over today. Usually they let me know in advance, so I can grab whatever (if anything) I might need from the upstairs (where the kitchen is, BTW). But no, no warning, no nothing. They closed and blocked the door and it wasn't till around 7 pm that they finally opened it.
Luckily, I wasn't that hungry (despite the fact I normally have dinner about five or so), so that wasn't the problem. But the whole situation just annoyed the hell out of me. It's like I'm a fucking troll they gotta hide in the basement, or some shit.
I'm tired of this. Tired of not being able to what I want, when I want. tired of schedule my things around their shit. Tired of having to follow their rules, rules they don't follow themselves. Maybe this is their way of trying to push me out a bit sooner than I planned.
If so, I think it's starting to work...
Yesterday I worked on the phone from 2 to 4 pm. Sometime around 3:30, my parents shut the door leading to the upstairs. It's a habit they've acquired recently, when they have company over, they shut they door and block it with a two by four so I can't open it. Now, wanting the door shut and to spend time alone with their friends, hey, that's understandable, but keeping me from going upstairs?
guess you can understand why all my speculation turns down rather... shall we say, "interesting" paths.
What pisses me off this time though is they didn't bother to tell me that they were even having company over today. Usually they let me know in advance, so I can grab whatever (if anything) I might need from the upstairs (where the kitchen is, BTW). But no, no warning, no nothing. They closed and blocked the door and it wasn't till around 7 pm that they finally opened it.
Luckily, I wasn't that hungry (despite the fact I normally have dinner about five or so), so that wasn't the problem. But the whole situation just annoyed the hell out of me. It's like I'm a fucking troll they gotta hide in the basement, or some shit.
I'm tired of this. Tired of not being able to what I want, when I want. tired of schedule my things around their shit. Tired of having to follow their rules, rules they don't follow themselves. Maybe this is their way of trying to push me out a bit sooner than I planned.
If so, I think it's starting to work...