[TTally]

The following is more of a rant I had to write so I don't end up murdering my visiting family. They leave tonight thankfully.

Hey, come on in! I just cleaned the place up, do you like it? I scrubbed everything from the walls to the floor by myself last night. -What? Oh yes last night WAS Saturday night! My night off and I cleaned the house, lol I know!



Anyway, this is what had ALWAYS happened in the past around here. My parents would let me live in their basement rent free while I put myself through school, which is fakkin great because I couldn't hear their fighting as much down here and I was alone. I would do things as usual, buy some snacks, play video games, work on school. My step dad though, would ALWAYS yell at me for bringing my trash up though.



"Dan- that's too much trash! Get it out of here more often!" This made me feel bad when I walked out with my shopping bag full of wrappers and soda cans- am I a filthy person? So I started to bring it out when he wasn't home.



He would check the trash to see how much I threw away.



It got to the point when I would hide it, put it somewhere else so THEY could get the verbal abuse from it. "You don't recycle properly!"



"How? These are cans-"



"I want to recycle them myself for the money! Dig them out!"



"-This is paper"



"USED paper! They can't recycle that!"



"-And this is plastic."



"But you should try and crush the plastic bottles too!"



Nothing was ever right. Well, like I said friend, I cleaned the WHOLE BASEMENT on Saturday because my mom was freaking out about going back to work on that Monday. She had cleaned the kitchen, painted cabinets, all while bitching at max volume. Not only should my cleaning help her, it was a way to escape her. Also- I'll be moving again in te spring and this was a great way to weed out some un-needed shit from my own belongings.



My step dad came down. I had three bags of trash I had found (as in- why do we have these chargers for things we don't own, why was there a jar full of old batteries, and.... why did we have stacks and stacks of half ruined children's books and magazines?).



"WHAT IS THIS DAN! This makes you look bad."



Mind you, over 3/4th's of this stuff wasn't mine. My step dad refuses to throw ANYTHING away himself! I told him I would take care of it, not to worry, go away I want to get this done and you're not helping, I have places I want to go tonight.. ect. I also told him about these said half ruined books I was going to donate.



"Don't throw them away! My mom kept things for me I had no idea and she pulled them out for me when I was older. It was nice seeing them!"



Dad-..... None of these books had any sentimental value to us kids. Why do I know this? Because this stuff was all mine as a kid, or we got from garage sales for my sisters when they were younger. Jessie had a book, "Are you my mother" she loved as a kid, and a puppy dog toy we just can't get rid of. Kari never had any special book or toy as a child, but she had clothes she got attached to.



This stuff was useless, but he forbid me to throw it away. ...Fine. Whatever. "We have too much shit, we need to down size" turned into, "Don't you dare throw anything away!"



At this point I want to kill, hurt, and maim. I'm tired, stressed, and now I have you telling me to do FOUR different things!



1.) De-clutter

2.) Don't throw anything away

3.) Why do we still have this?

4.) That's a lot of things you just threw away!



I THREW THEM AWAY because they were useless. I wanted to recycle them- so they could get enjoyment from others but "no one would want them, we should just keep them, we may learn to love them again someday", and what I did manage to talk him into throwing away, I got yelled at for.



God bless America.

[xidron]

nice rant. I'm thinking in digging a hole and living there.

[Visharr]

didn't read the whole thing but I understand it. start taking a shit in the doorstep every morning for the lolz that'll make you that much happier. I personally just like to confuse my parents whenever they give me shit, make them look and sound like retards

[TheChaos0]

I hope you feel better now.

[digritz]

Just wait. Someday you will own your own home and things will be just the opposite.
My dad came to stay at my home for a bit and in one week he managed to change my home so much I didn't recognize it anymore.
I can not impress upon you how good it felt to bitch at him about being a slob. Then with out warning "IT" burst from my mouth.

"AS LONG AS YOUR LIVING UNDER MY ROOF YOU WILL FOLLOW MY RULE OR YOU CAN HIT THE ROAD."

Even without using meditation I had reached nirvana and all was once again right with the universe.............Then my mom showed up.
CURSE YOU OH FICKLED FATES.

[Jaiz]

I stopped reading after you mentioned it was going to be a rant

[TTally]

Originally Posted by digritz

Even without using meditation I had reached nirvana and all was once again right with the universe.............Then my mom showed up.
CURSE YOU OH FICKLED FATES.

Effing lol'd. I would like to think I managed to turn my rant into something of a story also. This is "my house". I had a few personal issues within the past month where they decided they would come "help me out". After I wrote this, I actually became so fed up with them I did something quit OOC (Out of Character).

I usually restrain my action in real life. I never try and yell at someone, I always am the calm rock of the family.

I stomped up the stairs, locked eyes with my mother and step father, threw my coat on, and slammed the door without words.

As I neared my car I screamed back at them in broken German and English, "LEARN TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO OTHER PEOPLE!" then drove away. We are no longer on speaking terms.

[Alyss]

How old are you, OP?

[ssky89]

i can understand that , sometimes i feel the same way as u do
i always thought to kill my parents but i need money for uni right now haha
so damn right now it cant be helped

[TTally]

Originally Posted by Alyss

How old are you, OP?

This is not /b/; don't drag that $%!* into here.