Hey sister, can you just stop complaining about me being annoyed? Because guess what, it makes me even more annoyed. Which causes me to annoy you. Because I'm so annoyed.
Now we're all annoyed. Great.
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Wow I just really needed to tell all that to someone. Even if nobody reads it.
I love this thread.
Now we're all annoyed. Great.
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Grumpy rant/ventRight so this has been my day for the last week or so:
I get up. Eat breakfast which I, as usual, don't feel like but know I must have.
I then go to "school".
About a quarter way through my work my dad joins the scene. I won't complain, he is my dad and I respect him, but basically his company is not one I jump for joy about. Partly because most conversations are about schoolwork, sometimes about how I should do more, while the conversations themselves are hindering it. But being my calm self I tend to tolerate it.
After "school" I do my exercises. It hurts sometimes (20 squats straight is not exactly a massage) but afterwards it feels great and simply the fact that it's voluntary makes it much more enjoyable.
Around this time mum and my sister come back from school (my mum teaches and my sister, well, learns). A proper school. I have intentionally arranged my day so that I do not work while they're at home since the time that they're away is the only time I can get a reasonable amount of concentration and avoid distraction for schoolwork. So anyway they come home, and I read books or eat or draw or go on the computer. Usually a combination of these in various order.
You might think that now I get to have some fun. To an extent, yes. But remember those headphones I mentioned a while back that squish on my ears? Yeah, well, my sister's earphones broke a few weeks ago (either her fault or the supplier's, I dunno), so being the gullible and kind person that I am I allow her to use the only headphones in the house.
I can still have fun of course, with drawing and reading and all that. Even on the PC I can rip sprites or program. However, about 90% of the games I play either require audio to play effectively (TF2, for example), or the experience of the game relies heavily (if only in my opinion) on the music or other audio (for example S&S EP or Vessel). Therefore I am restricted to playing games that I can enjoy to an acceptable extent without audio, like Super Meat Boy or Spiral Knights (although SMB's music is fantastic I don't need it to enjoy the game's atmosphere).
And how long does this last? Well, my sister's excuse is that she's "been at school the whole day" so she gets to use them until she goes to bed. Sure, I stay up a bit longer (an additional excuse), so I can use them after then. But she doesn't really go to bed that much earlier than me, so I get to use them considerably less than her. Plus, she uses them for listening to music while she plays WoW. Which in my opinion (in this grumpy state at least) seems less necessary than my uses of it.
I'm not disappointed with myself with being so gullible or tolerant. I pride myself in not getting angry and making people happy. It feels good to have people comfortable or content in my presence. It's who I am.
But sometimes I just wish that my sister would notice it and perhaps give me a break. She sometimes seems to be taking advantage of my tolerance, even if she doesn't know it, and it can really tick me off. As usual I don't say anything about it. Because I know what the response will be and I will not like it. Namely, the stereotypical (?) teenage girl grumpiness, often accompanied by stomping into her room, giving me both an angry and guilty feel, the latter which I know I don't deserve. What's more I don't feel like I can blame her for being because it appears to me to be a natural way for teenage girls to feel. (No offense to MJ or anyone else.)
I get up. Eat breakfast which I, as usual, don't feel like but know I must have.
I then go to "school".
This "school" consists of me sitting in front of the laptop with my [insert current subject here] book on my lap. The chair I'm sitting on is basically a one-seat sofa with no armrests, in the living room area. The laptop is on the living room table (about the height of me knees). On the laptop is a PDF of the [insert current subject here] booklet I would normally get a hard copy of if I were in NZ.
This combination of awkward education variables results in me sitting in a square I slightly sink into, reading about [insert subject here] on the computer and answering questions in my textbook which, don't forget, is on my lap with my old hardcover drawing book to make writing slightly easier.
This combination of awkward education variables results in me sitting in a square I slightly sink into, reading about [insert subject here] on the computer and answering questions in my textbook which, don't forget, is on my lap with my old hardcover drawing book to make writing slightly easier.
About a quarter way through my work my dad joins the scene. I won't complain, he is my dad and I respect him, but basically his company is not one I jump for joy about. Partly because most conversations are about schoolwork, sometimes about how I should do more, while the conversations themselves are hindering it. But being my calm self I tend to tolerate it.
After "school" I do my exercises. It hurts sometimes (20 squats straight is not exactly a massage) but afterwards it feels great and simply the fact that it's voluntary makes it much more enjoyable.
Around this time mum and my sister come back from school (my mum teaches and my sister, well, learns). A proper school. I have intentionally arranged my day so that I do not work while they're at home since the time that they're away is the only time I can get a reasonable amount of concentration and avoid distraction for schoolwork. So anyway they come home, and I read books or eat or draw or go on the computer. Usually a combination of these in various order.
You might think that now I get to have some fun. To an extent, yes. But remember those headphones I mentioned a while back that squish on my ears? Yeah, well, my sister's earphones broke a few weeks ago (either her fault or the supplier's, I dunno), so being the gullible and kind person that I am I allow her to use the only headphones in the house.
I can still have fun of course, with drawing and reading and all that. Even on the PC I can rip sprites or program. However, about 90% of the games I play either require audio to play effectively (TF2, for example), or the experience of the game relies heavily (if only in my opinion) on the music or other audio (for example S&S EP or Vessel). Therefore I am restricted to playing games that I can enjoy to an acceptable extent without audio, like Super Meat Boy or Spiral Knights (although SMB's music is fantastic I don't need it to enjoy the game's atmosphere).
And how long does this last? Well, my sister's excuse is that she's "been at school the whole day" so she gets to use them until she goes to bed. Sure, I stay up a bit longer (an additional excuse), so I can use them after then. But she doesn't really go to bed that much earlier than me, so I get to use them considerably less than her. Plus, she uses them for listening to music while she plays WoW. Which in my opinion (in this grumpy state at least) seems less necessary than my uses of it.
I'm not disappointed with myself with being so gullible or tolerant. I pride myself in not getting angry and making people happy. It feels good to have people comfortable or content in my presence. It's who I am.
But sometimes I just wish that my sister would notice it and perhaps give me a break. She sometimes seems to be taking advantage of my tolerance, even if she doesn't know it, and it can really tick me off. As usual I don't say anything about it. Because I know what the response will be and I will not like it. Namely, the stereotypical (?) teenage girl grumpiness, often accompanied by stomping into her room, giving me both an angry and guilty feel, the latter which I know I don't deserve. What's more I don't feel like I can blame her for being because it appears to me to be a natural way for teenage girls to feel. (No offense to MJ or anyone else.)
Wow I just really needed to tell all that to someone. Even if nobody reads it.
I love this thread.
You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing that we call "failure" is not the falling down, but the staying down. -Mary Pickford