Vicious88
07-09-2010, 02:58 AM
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I swear to God, I'm about at my wit's end here. I'm living in a house with 5 people in it. Myself, Rita, My Father, My Sister, and My Niece. Rita and I get along swimmingly, of course. As do me and my father (though his use of the living room as a bedroom and his oddly sleeping schedule do cause me to tip toe around more often than I'd like). Even my niece and I get along fine.
But for a good while now, my sister has been getting more and more ****ed off at the world. She has lot's of reasons to be stressed, but they all basically boil down to her inability to manage money. She keeps herself in debt. Debt which she could easily fix if she would adjust her lifestyle down to one more fitting for her income level. Someone making less money per month than I do does not need to be driving around in an '09 Charger. They don't need to be paying nearly $250 a month for TWO cellphones (the 15 year daughter old has absolutely NO need for international calling, you twit). She's refused any and all reason and advice (no matter who is giving it) which could help her get out of debt.
She owes me $185 (which I am confident I will never see again), and owes my dad loosely $700.
The thing that's really got me ****ed off though is that I have become tonight's ****ing punching bag.
I'd just gotten out of the shower and am getting dressed when I hear "What the hell happened to the damn ice cream?"
Before I continue on with that, let me explain how this household functions: She buys all her own food for herself and her daughter, as do me and Rita, and my father, and we all take turns on the frequent items (milk, sugar, toilet paper, etc). So in the kitchen there should be no drama whatsoever. Roughly two weeks ago, I bought some ice cream. Notice, that it was me and not her, who bought the ice cream. I have NEVER, in any home where I have lived, messed with someone else's groceries unless specifically offered.
Anyway... "What the hell happened to the damn ice cream?"
The voice of my father: "It was up there nearly empty for two weeks, I think James finished it off."
Sister: "Well Ana's telling me she's hungry."
Father: "There're some hamburger paties up in the freezer if you want to make some of them."
Sister: "Damn it I don't feel like ****ing around with this. Ana and I aren't like James, we don't have that much food."
Now I'm starting to get ****ed off, because I'm being trash talked behind my back. First and foremost: I haven't had a car (baring two days) for the past 10 weeks. Which means I haven't had hardly any money, or the ability to go get groceries as I'd please. I've had to bum rides to the grocery store, and I've only done that once a month since the mustang wrecked. Most days I only eat once or twice a day. While as she and her daughter both act like damn garbage disposals. (Which is part of the reason she's in so much damn debt is because of the amount of food they go through - and name brand stuff on top of that!)
So I ease the bathroom door open a bit and ask "I keep hearing my name, am I needed for something?"
Sister: "No, I was just telling Dad that Ana and I don't eat like you do."
I paused here for a moment trying to thing of any possible alternative meanings this sentence could have, because I'm the last person on Earth you should ever go out of your way to **** off.
Me: "Umm... What exactly does that mean?"
Sister: "It means exactly what it means. Ana and I don't get to eat like you do. We don't have any damn food."
She then stops off to her room before an argument can ensue.
Now immediately, I'm ****ed off because she's basically saying that I must be eating all of the damn food in this house. Which is no where near a true statement. I've been eating into my savings since I wrecked the mustang, and now that I've put my Nissan into mud, my finances are worse then ever. I have NO grocery money. NO way to go get groceries. And I'm slowly but surely running out of the groceries that I have (mostly ramen noodles and box meals), to the point where for the past few weeks I've only eaten once or twice a day... So for you to get ****ed at me, when I am in no way shape or form responsible for your inability to get 5 meals a day, you gluttonous ······ -- that's just wrong. The whole situation is wrong.
And then, to make things worse, once she's gone, Dad mentions it to me "She originally came out here looking for, so I think she might need you for something." Which is often times true as she's just computer savvy enough to be dangerous.
So I try to put my disgust and anger behind me and I poke my head out into the Florida room (which is where she stays). "Hey, Dad said you needed me for something?"
"No." I have no way of making text convey a ****ed off and short spoken tone, so you'll have to use your imagination. "That is not true. I don't need you." Notice here use of the present tense word "Don't" instead of the past tense "didn't" -- I don't know if she has enough brain power to stir in subtle stabs like that or not, but it still ****es me off.
So rather than immediately jump off the handle and start an argument with her, I sleek back into the living and ask my dad "What's her ****ing problem?" to which her daughter, Ana, cheerfully replied "Oh, she's been that way." Dad then clarified, "She's upset, probably because of what I said, and she just took it out you." (The word "Just" immediately seems out of place in my mind for use in the sentence "She took it out on you".) He then continued, "I'd just stay out of her way."
I could immediately feel my brow sink. Staying out of the way of angry assholes has never been my strong suit. If you're ****ed at me, you'd better damn well have a reason.
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I swear to God, I'm about at my wit's end here. I'm living in a house with 5 people in it. Myself, Rita, My Father, My Sister, and My Niece. Rita and I get along swimmingly, of course. As do me and my father (though his use of the living room as a bedroom and his oddly sleeping schedule do cause me to tip toe around more often than I'd like). Even my niece and I get along fine.
But for a good while now, my sister has been getting more and more ****ed off at the world. She has lot's of reasons to be stressed, but they all basically boil down to her inability to manage money. She keeps herself in debt. Debt which she could easily fix if she would adjust her lifestyle down to one more fitting for her income level. Someone making less money per month than I do does not need to be driving around in an '09 Charger. They don't need to be paying nearly $250 a month for TWO cellphones (the 15 year daughter old has absolutely NO need for international calling, you twit). She's refused any and all reason and advice (no matter who is giving it) which could help her get out of debt.
She owes me $185 (which I am confident I will never see again), and owes my dad loosely $700.
The thing that's really got me ****ed off though is that I have become tonight's ****ing punching bag.
I'd just gotten out of the shower and am getting dressed when I hear "What the hell happened to the damn ice cream?"
Before I continue on with that, let me explain how this household functions: She buys all her own food for herself and her daughter, as do me and Rita, and my father, and we all take turns on the frequent items (milk, sugar, toilet paper, etc). So in the kitchen there should be no drama whatsoever. Roughly two weeks ago, I bought some ice cream. Notice, that it was me and not her, who bought the ice cream. I have NEVER, in any home where I have lived, messed with someone else's groceries unless specifically offered.
Anyway... "What the hell happened to the damn ice cream?"
The voice of my father: "It was up there nearly empty for two weeks, I think James finished it off."
Sister: "Well Ana's telling me she's hungry."
Father: "There're some hamburger paties up in the freezer if you want to make some of them."
Sister: "Damn it I don't feel like ****ing around with this. Ana and I aren't like James, we don't have that much food."
Now I'm starting to get ****ed off, because I'm being trash talked behind my back. First and foremost: I haven't had a car (baring two days) for the past 10 weeks. Which means I haven't had hardly any money, or the ability to go get groceries as I'd please. I've had to bum rides to the grocery store, and I've only done that once a month since the mustang wrecked. Most days I only eat once or twice a day. While as she and her daughter both act like damn garbage disposals. (Which is part of the reason she's in so much damn debt is because of the amount of food they go through - and name brand stuff on top of that!)
So I ease the bathroom door open a bit and ask "I keep hearing my name, am I needed for something?"
Sister: "No, I was just telling Dad that Ana and I don't eat like you do."
I paused here for a moment trying to thing of any possible alternative meanings this sentence could have, because I'm the last person on Earth you should ever go out of your way to **** off.
Me: "Umm... What exactly does that mean?"
Sister: "It means exactly what it means. Ana and I don't get to eat like you do. We don't have any damn food."
She then stops off to her room before an argument can ensue.
Now immediately, I'm ****ed off because she's basically saying that I must be eating all of the damn food in this house. Which is no where near a true statement. I've been eating into my savings since I wrecked the mustang, and now that I've put my Nissan into mud, my finances are worse then ever. I have NO grocery money. NO way to go get groceries. And I'm slowly but surely running out of the groceries that I have (mostly ramen noodles and box meals), to the point where for the past few weeks I've only eaten once or twice a day... So for you to get ****ed at me, when I am in no way shape or form responsible for your inability to get 5 meals a day, you gluttonous ······ -- that's just wrong. The whole situation is wrong.
And then, to make things worse, once she's gone, Dad mentions it to me "She originally came out here looking for, so I think she might need you for something." Which is often times true as she's just computer savvy enough to be dangerous.
So I try to put my disgust and anger behind me and I poke my head out into the Florida room (which is where she stays). "Hey, Dad said you needed me for something?"
"No." I have no way of making text convey a ****ed off and short spoken tone, so you'll have to use your imagination. "That is not true. I don't need you." Notice here use of the present tense word "Don't" instead of the past tense "didn't" -- I don't know if she has enough brain power to stir in subtle stabs like that or not, but it still ****es me off.
So rather than immediately jump off the handle and start an argument with her, I sleek back into the living and ask my dad "What's her ****ing problem?" to which her daughter, Ana, cheerfully replied "Oh, she's been that way." Dad then clarified, "She's upset, probably because of what I said, and she just took it out you." (The word "Just" immediately seems out of place in my mind for use in the sentence "She took it out on you".) He then continued, "I'd just stay out of her way."
I could immediately feel my brow sink. Staying out of the way of angry assholes has never been my strong suit. If you're ****ed at me, you'd better damn well have a reason.