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anger-fuelled rant
Dec. 6th, 2008 08:42 pmDon't you dare criticize my fucking house, bitch!
Do I come into your house and complain about it? No. Would I have reason to? I don't care. It's not my house so I don't criticize it. and don't make a stupid comment about the "sad state the house is in" and then tell me that it isn't a criticism because I sure as hell know what it is. Another comment about our house not being enpar with your imaginations of what it should be: a museum where you're not allowed to touch anything and where everyone is always in the living room and doesn't get to have privacy and whenever you touch something, someone is always there to clean up after you and even the areas of the house that are not accessable like you'd like it to be are cleaned at least once a day.
This is not what this house is. This is a place a family lives in and when we want to gather and talk, we don't need to do it on sofas. We don't even want to do it on sofas, we just want to sit around the table and chat. That's enough for us. Why is that so wrong? Because you don't do it. Well, fuck you, because that's how it's done in our home and if you think it's not comfortable enough, then why do you always keep coming here?
And another valid reason why we're not in the same room all the time: we wouldn't be able to bear with you all the time because you'd be around all the time, annoying all of us and nobody'd be patient enough to put up with it. You already cause enough annoyance and stress as it is which I have tangible proof for, you just need to fucking look at me to see it. Dermatitis. I get it when I'm under a lot of pressure and have lots of stress. And guess what, throughout November I wrote a fucking 150k novel and there was no dermatitis to be seen. But you've been here for less than two weeks and guess who's back? My friend dermatitis.
Oh, and when I say I'm busy and can't talk right now, I think that's enough for you to get that I do NOT want you in my fucking room right now. It does not mean, "why don't you just curl up at the end of my bed and try talking to me when I'm obviously busy?". And while you don't take hints, I do and now I know that the only fucking way to keep you out of my damn room is to lock the door and say I'm studying.
I would also appreciate it if you didn't keep trying to change the entire structure of my closet, rearrange our furniture in the living room and insist on having domestic appliances like the mixer out on the counter all the time when we have a perfectly fine, well-accessible place for it in a cabinet and don't use it that much anyway. The counters' purpose is not to display all the domestic appliances we own because we are not a fucking museum, why don't you get that? What do I have to do to get that into your head? It's really not that hard to understand.
So mind your own business, preferably as far away from here as possible, and let it be known now that when I move out, I do not plan to let you visit me even for a day, let alone stay with me.
Do I come into your house and complain about it? No. Would I have reason to? I don't care. It's not my house so I don't criticize it. and don't make a stupid comment about the "sad state the house is in" and then tell me that it isn't a criticism because I sure as hell know what it is. Another comment about our house not being enpar with your imaginations of what it should be: a museum where you're not allowed to touch anything and where everyone is always in the living room and doesn't get to have privacy and whenever you touch something, someone is always there to clean up after you and even the areas of the house that are not accessable like you'd like it to be are cleaned at least once a day.
This is not what this house is. This is a place a family lives in and when we want to gather and talk, we don't need to do it on sofas. We don't even want to do it on sofas, we just want to sit around the table and chat. That's enough for us. Why is that so wrong? Because you don't do it. Well, fuck you, because that's how it's done in our home and if you think it's not comfortable enough, then why do you always keep coming here?
And another valid reason why we're not in the same room all the time: we wouldn't be able to bear with you all the time because you'd be around all the time, annoying all of us and nobody'd be patient enough to put up with it. You already cause enough annoyance and stress as it is which I have tangible proof for, you just need to fucking look at me to see it. Dermatitis. I get it when I'm under a lot of pressure and have lots of stress. And guess what, throughout November I wrote a fucking 150k novel and there was no dermatitis to be seen. But you've been here for less than two weeks and guess who's back? My friend dermatitis.
Oh, and when I say I'm busy and can't talk right now, I think that's enough for you to get that I do NOT want you in my fucking room right now. It does not mean, "why don't you just curl up at the end of my bed and try talking to me when I'm obviously busy?". And while you don't take hints, I do and now I know that the only fucking way to keep you out of my damn room is to lock the door and say I'm studying.
I would also appreciate it if you didn't keep trying to change the entire structure of my closet, rearrange our furniture in the living room and insist on having domestic appliances like the mixer out on the counter all the time when we have a perfectly fine, well-accessible place for it in a cabinet and don't use it that much anyway. The counters' purpose is not to display all the domestic appliances we own because we are not a fucking museum, why don't you get that? What do I have to do to get that into your head? It's really not that hard to understand.
So mind your own business, preferably as far away from here as possible, and let it be known now that when I move out, I do not plan to let you visit me even for a day, let alone stay with me.
