My little sister is having a baby and my oldest sister is throwing a shower for her- everyone is doing something and I ended up paying for the food. God must have some kind of humor, on the day that I was to go shopping for the viddles with my older sister she fired on me. Almost out of nowhere came a hail of bullets concerning my personal life, what are my plans for the next six months, five years and why don't I have a boyfriend? Am I seeing someone special? What am I doing with my life because I'm going to look up and be 30 years old still not having accomplished anything.
That was it. My mood had packed up all of it's things, next stop Bitchville. I love my sister but come on, who does this? Just about every time she see's me, I don't really want to tell her that I don't care to share my plans with her because they're the one part of my life at this point that is mine and mine alone. Not to mention that I believe that my biggest accomplishment is that I'm still alive.
"You've been out of highschool for almost 5 years now and you haven't really accomplished anything." (in my head everyone runs for cover and the guy flipping burgers (we were sitting at a McDonalds inside a Walmart) shuts the grill flutes "Whelp! Time to go.") I see red. I just want to peel back her scalp and spit on her skull, here I am in horrible shape mentally, fiscally, emotionally and nearly physically (achey knees and enumerable cavities) and she's kicking me when I'm down. Long story short, she killed my party spirit well before the actual party. I don't get it- I go out of my way to be as beige as possible in these situations, you know not red (angry), not blue (sad) not purple (any apparent mixture of those emotions) and people just can't seem to realize that when someone just shuts down while you're speaking to them it probably isn't something that they care to discuss.
The baby shower was semi-successful. People showed up despite the fact that the Gods flushed an apparently massively overflowing toilet and the enitre street was under water. I think I'm done with her. I'm not currently speaking to my mother whom I overheard telling god knows who over the phone that I'm (I shit you not, this was the term she chose) "handicapped" because I still live at home at the absurdly old age of 22. I said f*ck it. I'm over this whole BEIGE phase, I've been letting people slide with their BS and I just can't bear it anymore. I'm going red all over their ehem... behinds.
Yeah, got to try and live solely for myself and let everyone else choke on their negativity.
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