Just a pagan fertility day rite rant.
Alright, I rarely post to my LJ as many know, And when I do post it is about something either Very Good, Very Bad, or Very Fugly.
Tonight it something that is a little combo of the last two.
As of recently I have been chatting away with my loved ones who live in the wonderful city of Spokane Washington. A place that I personally would rather visit than live in, though that is what most people say about the places they grow up in.
Aaaanywho, it was a rather good communication line was being started between my mother and my little brother as far as just talking.
Talking is cool. Talking is great. Whoot talking. I learn a little bit more about the sibling whom I know barely anything about and he learns about the older brother that is sorta still cool at this age.
Course with my other two siblings it seems that once they reached a certain age, I went from "Cool guy who knows about different things and though is a bit weird, can be fun to hang with." To something that can be equated with a stuffed toy that apparently can be either beaten on, or given verbal abuse to.
Step one on why I decided I couldn't live with my emidate family. I nary wanted to be seen as either a scape goat for things that were out of my control, or that old toy that we don't want to play with anymore.
*takes a deep breath hoping this doesn't sound too angst filled*
But like I was saying. I have been chatting with me mother and brother.
Totally cool.
Enter Today.
Whiles online like I am frequently, Mums' MSN handle is up, Cool! I will wish them a happy easter in the same way everyone else has. By reminding them it is a Pagan Fertility Rite.
They offer me a dead bunny. I go Yum yum!
All is well right?
Wrong.
The converstation starts spiraling towards a topic most foul, starting with "Your sister has herpies." Well, being the trusting person I am, I go well she should see a doctor. Soon this goes into a plot of Well she shouldn't sleep around, and then to she has become the UBER TRAILER TRASH HORROR WHORE BITCH GODDESS AND OMG WHY DON'T YOU COME BACK TO HELP AND SAVE US!?
By now I am getting concerned. This wasn't like what it was like before. Things were starting to get on a good track.
Soon I find out that I don't know whom I am talking to, and have to practically wring it out of them. Come to find out it is a mixture of my Brother, My Sisters' Husband, And my mothers' boyfriend.
And understandably, I am pissed. I don't like being fucked with in this manner. This, this isn't a very nice thing to do. However when I tell them to feck off myself, I am called a dick.
I am sure to have a few words with mom about this.
How ever I am set to wondering, "Am I only to feel that I should feel affection from these people? Or will I also have to accept the shit they feel is funny at my own expense?"
Then I remember the time that my dad and my brother did a search on my pockets by holding me down.
And those thoughts just kinda go away.
So in short I am going to quote the movie Half Baked.
*pointing out Chris, Stephannie's bitch, And his mothers Boy Toy.* Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, *points to his younger brother Daniel* You're cool. *points to his step dad* Fuck you Peace out.
Tonight it something that is a little combo of the last two.
As of recently I have been chatting away with my loved ones who live in the wonderful city of Spokane Washington. A place that I personally would rather visit than live in, though that is what most people say about the places they grow up in.
Aaaanywho, it was a rather good communication line was being started between my mother and my little brother as far as just talking.
Talking is cool. Talking is great. Whoot talking. I learn a little bit more about the sibling whom I know barely anything about and he learns about the older brother that is sorta still cool at this age.
Course with my other two siblings it seems that once they reached a certain age, I went from "Cool guy who knows about different things and though is a bit weird, can be fun to hang with." To something that can be equated with a stuffed toy that apparently can be either beaten on, or given verbal abuse to.
Step one on why I decided I couldn't live with my emidate family. I nary wanted to be seen as either a scape goat for things that were out of my control, or that old toy that we don't want to play with anymore.
*takes a deep breath hoping this doesn't sound too angst filled*
But like I was saying. I have been chatting with me mother and brother.
Totally cool.
Enter Today.
Whiles online like I am frequently, Mums' MSN handle is up, Cool! I will wish them a happy easter in the same way everyone else has. By reminding them it is a Pagan Fertility Rite.
They offer me a dead bunny. I go Yum yum!
All is well right?
Wrong.
The converstation starts spiraling towards a topic most foul, starting with "Your sister has herpies." Well, being the trusting person I am, I go well she should see a doctor. Soon this goes into a plot of Well she shouldn't sleep around, and then to she has become the UBER TRAILER TRASH HORROR WHORE BITCH GODDESS AND OMG WHY DON'T YOU COME BACK TO HELP AND SAVE US!?
By now I am getting concerned. This wasn't like what it was like before. Things were starting to get on a good track.
Soon I find out that I don't know whom I am talking to, and have to practically wring it out of them. Come to find out it is a mixture of my Brother, My Sisters' Husband, And my mothers' boyfriend.
And understandably, I am pissed. I don't like being fucked with in this manner. This, this isn't a very nice thing to do. However when I tell them to feck off myself, I am called a dick.
I am sure to have a few words with mom about this.
How ever I am set to wondering, "Am I only to feel that I should feel affection from these people? Or will I also have to accept the shit they feel is funny at my own expense?"
Then I remember the time that my dad and my brother did a search on my pockets by holding me down.
And those thoughts just kinda go away.
So in short I am going to quote the movie Half Baked.
*pointing out Chris, Stephannie's bitch, And his mothers Boy Toy.* Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, *points to his younger brother Daniel* You're cool. *points to his step dad* Fuck you Peace out.