This is weird. Very weird. Fucking weird.
I'm so mad that I don't know what to do.
Ok, now that I'm done quoting, I'm still furious.
My brother's birthday party was - ok. Dreadfully boring as most meetings with my dad's side of the family - they're nice people, but we're living in totally different worlds, and we don't have anything to say to each other. And why my mother thought she had to invite Kene along today I won't understand. Poor guy was just sitting around politely being bored. As was I. Why do we need two massive family get-togethers - one month before Christmas? Certainly not for my brother's sake, because his idea of a nice birthday is inviting some friends over for an RPGing session, not sitting around bored with relatives who haven't got anything interesting to tell him.
Jörg is again driven with the idea of buying a house. This time, it's even more of a dream house than last time: Part of a former farm; house - without basement, but with 300 m² shed instead, huge property, a satisfying distance from the neighbours, on a hill surrounded on three sides by meadows, forests and a creek. That's the good bit. The bad bit is that the shed is very run-down, the house isn't exactly in ship-shape either (though it looks as though the damage on the house can be dealt with), and we can't really afford it.
We'll anyway take a closer look.
Now this time, we told my parents about our potential plans. Their reaction was - mostly indifference. "Farm house" made my mother go into "Don't do that" mode without explanation and without further question. All in all, they just weren't interested. I found that pretty disappointing. I mean, I don't expect them to cheer and offer to help or anything, but they could at least show some curiosity, no? I mean, if you had a daughter and said daughter and her boyfriend professed to be interested in buying a house, wouldn't you at least ask some questions about where, how much, what for, and whether we were sure we'd stay together forever then. Something of the sort? Or not?
Whatever.
Ok. I'm sick to my heart of this shit. NO, I won't screw up my character, make him OOC or send him into some idiot crackplot just so you fuckwits can keep on screwing up your characters. And it certainly isn't any easier to resolve things from "my end". You shat on the floor, now you clean it up. Yes, I fucking have a problem with it, and being reasonable or not has nothing to do with it. I refuse to bend things up just so you assholes can go on playing what you feel like without ever bothering to think of the possible consequences. No, I don't give a damn about your frail condition. Frankly, if you're that mentally frail, you shouldn't RP a mass murderer or a naïve little MPREG Englishboy-turned-girl who's a friend of said mass murderer. And you know something else? FUCK THIS. Either I am going to play my character as much canonly as I still can after all that happened, which you will not like, or I'll just leave the goddamn comm. It's stopped being fun a long time ago anyway.
In short: Either YOU fucking cooperate for once, or you deal with the consequences of keeping your bullshit up, or you can kiss my character's sexy Elvish butt. Is that clear enough, or do I have to translate it into emo teenager for you?
Aaaaaaah, that was cathartic. I mean it, though.
GRARGH.
[Isn't it such a coincidence that ONE of the people I'm addressing in this is bearing the same name as the RENT character singing the song I'm just listening to?]
Ok, now that I'm done quoting, I'm still furious.
My brother's birthday party was - ok. Dreadfully boring as most meetings with my dad's side of the family - they're nice people, but we're living in totally different worlds, and we don't have anything to say to each other. And why my mother thought she had to invite Kene along today I won't understand. Poor guy was just sitting around politely being bored. As was I. Why do we need two massive family get-togethers - one month before Christmas? Certainly not for my brother's sake, because his idea of a nice birthday is inviting some friends over for an RPGing session, not sitting around bored with relatives who haven't got anything interesting to tell him.
Jörg is again driven with the idea of buying a house. This time, it's even more of a dream house than last time: Part of a former farm; house - without basement, but with 300 m² shed instead, huge property, a satisfying distance from the neighbours, on a hill surrounded on three sides by meadows, forests and a creek. That's the good bit. The bad bit is that the shed is very run-down, the house isn't exactly in ship-shape either (though it looks as though the damage on the house can be dealt with), and we can't really afford it.
We'll anyway take a closer look.
Now this time, we told my parents about our potential plans. Their reaction was - mostly indifference. "Farm house" made my mother go into "Don't do that" mode without explanation and without further question. All in all, they just weren't interested. I found that pretty disappointing. I mean, I don't expect them to cheer and offer to help or anything, but they could at least show some curiosity, no? I mean, if you had a daughter and said daughter and her boyfriend professed to be interested in buying a house, wouldn't you at least ask some questions about where, how much, what for, and whether we were sure we'd stay together forever then. Something of the sort? Or not?
Whatever.
Ok. I'm sick to my heart of this shit. NO, I won't screw up my character, make him OOC or send him into some idiot crackplot just so you fuckwits can keep on screwing up your characters. And it certainly isn't any easier to resolve things from "my end". You shat on the floor, now you clean it up. Yes, I fucking have a problem with it, and being reasonable or not has nothing to do with it. I refuse to bend things up just so you assholes can go on playing what you feel like without ever bothering to think of the possible consequences. No, I don't give a damn about your frail condition. Frankly, if you're that mentally frail, you shouldn't RP a mass murderer or a naïve little MPREG Englishboy-turned-girl who's a friend of said mass murderer. And you know something else? FUCK THIS. Either I am going to play my character as much canonly as I still can after all that happened, which you will not like, or I'll just leave the goddamn comm. It's stopped being fun a long time ago anyway.
In short: Either YOU fucking cooperate for once, or you deal with the consequences of keeping your bullshit up, or you can kiss my character's sexy Elvish butt. Is that clear enough, or do I have to translate it into emo teenager for you?
Aaaaaaah, that was cathartic. I mean it, though.
GRARGH.
[Isn't it such a coincidence that ONE of the people I'm addressing in this is bearing the same name as the RENT character singing the song I'm just listening to?]