Near Volcano Eruption Point
There are very few things that make me want to just destroy, in an "I'm going to remove myself from this situation before I A) hurt someone, or B) really mouth off." The last couple days have just been an avalanche of these triggers.
I visited my brother in Portland, Oregon WHICH SUCKED. His house is a trash pit now and while he was at school I had to deal with the antics of his retarded friends for 6 hours with nothing to amuse myself and absolutely no food in the place. On top of this my stomach hurt the entire time, which is strange for me since I'm not prone to ailments (besides allergies and the common cold). So I cleaned his house so that I could even SIT in it comfortably. When he got back, it was just the cold shoulder and sibling abuse (AKA playing keep away with my things.) which gets old really fast. We're 20 and 19; I wish he wouldn't instigate this kind of preschool behavior. Yeah so after specifically telling him and his friends I was at the end of my rope, and getting the same treatment I exploded violently and punched him as hard as I could. This seems to be pretty hard because it hurt him, and he’s built like a mountain. I'd just had enough, we parted on kind of bad terms, but what else can I do? No one listens to me when I put up the flag that displays "NEAR CRITICAL MASS".
Then there are other little random bits and pieces that are angering me. It has been a couple weeks since monstersexual moved to Canada to be with renard_v , and even though she promised she'd make more of an effort to stay in contact with me, it has been complete radio silence. This frustrates me to no end, she's never on messenger and she doesn't give me a phone number. HOW DO I REACH YOU?!
Another one is HEY friends of mine, DON'T tell me about the fun times you have with people I have unpleasant history with. I'm not stone, it hurts. Okay, thanks.
Last is my Dad, he's paying me to organize the books and magazines in our spare room, but he wants me to do it without questioning WHY we're keeping all the junk he's making me sort though. I'm not a mindless automaton, I like to know WHY. All I need is a reason other than my Dad getting irrationally defensive and telling me it’s not my job to know and to just organize. I ran into this same kind of worthlessness in High school when I'd ask "For what reason do I have to fill out this form about reading goals, and then a reflection on the form about reading goals?" and just get told it’s an assignment that needs to be done. I need more reason then "just cause".
So I feel like Mt. Vesuvius about to decimate poor, hopeless town folk.
I visited my brother in Portland, Oregon WHICH SUCKED. His house is a trash pit now and while he was at school I had to deal with the antics of his retarded friends for 6 hours with nothing to amuse myself and absolutely no food in the place. On top of this my stomach hurt the entire time, which is strange for me since I'm not prone to ailments (besides allergies and the common cold). So I cleaned his house so that I could even SIT in it comfortably. When he got back, it was just the cold shoulder and sibling abuse (AKA playing keep away with my things.) which gets old really fast. We're 20 and 19; I wish he wouldn't instigate this kind of preschool behavior. Yeah so after specifically telling him and his friends I was at the end of my rope, and getting the same treatment I exploded violently and punched him as hard as I could. This seems to be pretty hard because it hurt him, and he’s built like a mountain. I'd just had enough, we parted on kind of bad terms, but what else can I do? No one listens to me when I put up the flag that displays "NEAR CRITICAL MASS".
Then there are other little random bits and pieces that are angering me. It has been a couple weeks since monstersexual moved to Canada to be with renard_v , and even though she promised she'd make more of an effort to stay in contact with me, it has been complete radio silence. This frustrates me to no end, she's never on messenger and she doesn't give me a phone number. HOW DO I REACH YOU?!
Another one is HEY friends of mine, DON'T tell me about the fun times you have with people I have unpleasant history with. I'm not stone, it hurts. Okay, thanks.
Last is my Dad, he's paying me to organize the books and magazines in our spare room, but he wants me to do it without questioning WHY we're keeping all the junk he's making me sort though. I'm not a mindless automaton, I like to know WHY. All I need is a reason other than my Dad getting irrationally defensive and telling me it’s not my job to know and to just organize. I ran into this same kind of worthlessness in High school when I'd ask "For what reason do I have to fill out this form about reading goals, and then a reflection on the form about reading goals?" and just get told it’s an assignment that needs to be done. I need more reason then "just cause".
So I feel like Mt. Vesuvius about to decimate poor, hopeless town folk.