You probably aren't going to take this seriously because it appears to you that I'm a new user. I'm actually an alt. An alt of a person that most of you don't know, or so I think. I don't want this material to be associated with my main account, because of the severe shit that would go down if it was found by someone in my life. Only the mods and admins know my real identity (hopefully), and I trust that they're mature enough.
So. My family's pretty fucked up. Allow me to explain.
My brother spent eighth grade to now (freshman year of college) basically fucking about. He neglected his studies, played a bunch of video games, got Cs and Ds, and really had no problem with the whole thing. He's smart, and he has potential, but he really just wasted it away. He started to pick himself back up in senior year of high school, but even though he got around a 3.7 GPA in senior year, the first two years (and half the third) dragged him down to a 3.3. (He was taking IB classes in the beginning, which qualified him for a +0.5.) All in all, a potential winner that doesn't really know what he needs.
My father got in an accident some time ago, and ever since he's gotten worse and worse. Not in medical status: He's recuperated at double the rate the doctors predicted (or so.) But he has gotten used to asking for things being done for him instead of doing them himself. Case in point: I helped him every morning to make his breakfast (eggs, sausages, coffee) which would take 30-45 minutes and require me to get up early. I did this probably at least a hundred times before he was well enough to do it himself. Now, he's asking me to help him again. I would, except it's the school year again and I can't be getting up even earlier than the bus (for obvious reasons.) Most things I can help him with, but he can drive, he can walk, he can bend down to pick things up (no homo) etc, etc. There's a limit and after I've been waiting on him hand and foot for three months, the limit needs to be observed somewhere.
The granddaddy of it all. I saved this one for last for a good reason. She is illogical as hell. And I don't just mean the illogicality that many women are beset by. Her infuriating behavior stretches well beyond that. Some examples: When she was angry with me a while ago, she kept moving toward me (stepping at me) while shouting at me to get out of her face. She lies about when she's having her period (I keep track because it's important to know the danger zones) just to have a reason to be an asshole. She curses like a sailor at all of my family but when a curse is spewed against her (even when not directed at her, i.e., "Are you fucking kidding me?") she makes a massive deal out of it.
When proven wrong in an argument (no matter what the subject) she will dismiss it (the person, the argument, the point, etc) and just go on like nothing happened. She overloads you with tasks to be done, dumping many at once, and if they all aren't done by the next time you run into her, that's grounds for a fight. She asked my father for the passwords to his email account (out of the blue) and when they weren't given to her she automatically assumed that that meant he was hiding something and he was probably having an affair. She makes up facts when she doesn't know them, tries her very hardest to make you feel bad (as a way to win an argument, instead of using logic and reason) and can't acknowledge people's achievements (when I got an A in one of my classes, her only comment was regarding why I didn't turn in one of the assignments.)
I'm no saint, and I won't pretend that there's nothing wrong with myself either. I'm slackerish, have problems with turning in homework and doing well academically...I don't get along with people (mostly my family when I consider their actions to be dumb) and tend to hold grudges, too. I can be viciously mean when I choose to, and I have caused more than one person to cry when I was angry with them (but that has yet to happen to a member of my family...or I'd never hear the end of it.) Etc, etc, etc.
So, there's my rant.
TL;DR: Biblidinae butterflies and peanut butter do not mix.
Does anyone have any comments or suggestions as to how I can possibly make my life any better?