His username suggests not.Biodeamon said:
Only my father annoys me generally, what with repeated threats to evict/beat me and so forth, but we get on well most days.
does your family annoy you?
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Only my father annoys me generally, what with repeated threats to evict/beat me and so forth, but we get on well most days.
People who post on forums about how they find other people to be annoying are themselves more annoying than anything the people they complain about could ever hope to be
I like my older sister seeing how she supports me through one of the most difficult points in my life. My other sister, meh. As for my parents, I miss my mom (deceased) and I hope my "dad" burns in hell for what he's put my family through.
Hmm, yep. My mother is a narcissistic alcoholic, and my dad is becoming more and more angry and depressed as he gets older no matter what I try. So I figure it's time to abandon ship for the most part.
Hence why I don't plan to come back next summer. Let's just hope I can get a job to afford a cheap apartment...
EDIT: Just a note, I'm in college in a different state than where my parents are. Thus, getting a summer apartment where my college is would solve many issues, heh.
Hence why I don't plan to come back next summer. Let's just hope I can get a job to afford a cheap apartment...
EDIT: Just a note, I'm in college in a different state than where my parents are. Thus, getting a summer apartment where my college is would solve many issues, heh.
My sister's personality is the polar opposite of mine, we act like characters in a bad sitcom.
Sometimes we argue about absolutely nothing, and I do mean nothing. She seemed to get angry at me whenever I said anything to her about anything at all, so one day I decided not to speak to her because I didn't want to fight, and she got angry with me about not speaking to her...
There are glorious few times when we actually do get along.
Sometimes we argue about absolutely nothing, and I do mean nothing. She seemed to get angry at me whenever I said anything to her about anything at all, so one day I decided not to speak to her because I didn't want to fight, and she got angry with me about not speaking to her...
There are glorious few times when we actually do get along.
Not at all, I get along quite well with my family, if anything I think they've been extremely patient with me.
My dad and I have never argued even once, my mum and I, on the other hand, cannot seem to agree on anything. I think we are both too alike (very self-righteous and knowledgeable, often sure we are right about any given topic). I am however a very shy guy who keeps his feelings to himself, whereas she doesn't hesitate to voice criticisms and disagreements. We often have rows over topics where we have different views.
For example my parents are christian and I have been an atheist for the past year. I stopped going to church three years ago but it took until now to accept what I am and decide that either God wasn't real or else he wasn't worthy of my respect given all the bad stuff he allows to go on in the world. This leads to arguments over gay-rights (I am straight but have gay friends and I feel that their civil rights are being oppressed by religious authorities) or premarital-sex (So I want to have my uni girlfriend over and stay out in the annex, so as not to be breaking their rules under their own roof. Instead she says no it will be separate bedrooms and no sex - even when I warned her we would just sneak off anyway).
She refuses to respect my decisions as an adult, even though I am 20. For example I agreed to watch the house when both my parents were away, then gave her over two week's notice when I had to cancel being home for the first two days of that period - my girlfriend would be up in our campus-town moving into her new house for next year, and she invited me to come spend a few nights. In response my mum threw up a hissy fit and brooded for several days. Then one afternoon at lunch she suddenly came out with 'I'm very disappointed in you for breaking your word about watching the house.' I pointed out that I had given her lots of notice, and would still be at home for a long period of time that I had previously planned to spent camping with hometown friends - we even had someone else to watch the house for those two days. But in the face of her deeply hurtful comment I was angry and said 'I couldn't care less.' - as in, I refused to invest anything in her irrational condemnation of me needing time to live my own life.
Sometimes you just have to accept that you and your parents are very different people with usually decades of experience and emotion separating you and the way you perceive the world. Just keep your head down and retain the moral high-ground; don't lose your temper and don't raise your voice; learn to be content knowing you are right rather than petulantly saying so out loud. But never be afraid to stand up to bigotry or intolerance; voice your beliefs and educate those around you with compassion and understanding. A kind word goes a long way.
It gets easier once you move out or go to university because you can control when you spend time with them and for how long - short trips together or weekend visits are a good way to catch up and spend important time with two people who won't be in your lives forever, whilst avoiding spending so long together that your differences begin to cause problems.
Best of luck. 'Be the change you want to see in the world' - Mahatma Gandhi
For example my parents are christian and I have been an atheist for the past year. I stopped going to church three years ago but it took until now to accept what I am and decide that either God wasn't real or else he wasn't worthy of my respect given all the bad stuff he allows to go on in the world. This leads to arguments over gay-rights (I am straight but have gay friends and I feel that their civil rights are being oppressed by religious authorities) or premarital-sex (So I want to have my uni girlfriend over and stay out in the annex, so as not to be breaking their rules under their own roof. Instead she says no it will be separate bedrooms and no sex - even when I warned her we would just sneak off anyway).
She refuses to respect my decisions as an adult, even though I am 20. For example I agreed to watch the house when both my parents were away, then gave her over two week's notice when I had to cancel being home for the first two days of that period - my girlfriend would be up in our campus-town moving into her new house for next year, and she invited me to come spend a few nights. In response my mum threw up a hissy fit and brooded for several days. Then one afternoon at lunch she suddenly came out with 'I'm very disappointed in you for breaking your word about watching the house.' I pointed out that I had given her lots of notice, and would still be at home for a long period of time that I had previously planned to spent camping with hometown friends - we even had someone else to watch the house for those two days. But in the face of her deeply hurtful comment I was angry and said 'I couldn't care less.' - as in, I refused to invest anything in her irrational condemnation of me needing time to live my own life.
Sometimes you just have to accept that you and your parents are very different people with usually decades of experience and emotion separating you and the way you perceive the world. Just keep your head down and retain the moral high-ground; don't lose your temper and don't raise your voice; learn to be content knowing you are right rather than petulantly saying so out loud. But never be afraid to stand up to bigotry or intolerance; voice your beliefs and educate those around you with compassion and understanding. A kind word goes a long way.
It gets easier once you move out or go to university because you can control when you spend time with them and for how long - short trips together or weekend visits are a good way to catch up and spend important time with two people who won't be in your lives forever, whilst avoiding spending so long together that your differences begin to cause problems.
Best of luck. 'Be the change you want to see in the world' - Mahatma Gandhi
i get on well with my family....but i cant wait to get back into my own house next week (seriously..after living on your own for almost 10 years having to spend 5 months living by family rules again is not good but im sure ill love em to bits again once im away)
my brother annoys me as hes my exact opposite (also coz hes my brother and knows exactly what buttons to press) but on the whole... we get on
and my mom annoys me by being well..mum..tbh.. yes mum...i know i need to do something or another..or..i know drinking is bad for me...raaaaagh but yes..when im not living in the same house again..well be just dandy.
and i got on pretty well with my dad to till he died ( now we get on amazingly. hes a great listener) so yea..cant complain
my brother annoys me as hes my exact opposite (also coz hes my brother and knows exactly what buttons to press) but on the whole... we get on
and my mom annoys me by being well..mum..tbh.. yes mum...i know i need to do something or another..or..i know drinking is bad for me...raaaaagh but yes..when im not living in the same house again..well be just dandy.
and i got on pretty well with my dad to till he died ( now we get on amazingly. hes a great listener) so yea..cant complain
The irony of your post is palpable.Biodeamon said:
OT: Oh yeah, of course they do. My dad is more just depressing to think about because he had a stroke a few years ago and just hasn't been the same since, but my mom pretty much went off to the loony farm about ten years ago and I have a hard time believing she's actually the same person who raised me now.
As far as keeping them from annoying me, well... pretty much just do anything else that normally relieves stress.
My mum is a 60 year old ADHD and ME sufferer.
At the worst of times she's a squeaky tired whiner, and pretty much all the time she never finishes her sentences before starting a new one, and replaces random words with rabbit and potato. Otherwise she's just suprisingly youthful, in the sense that in her words she's probably never felt 40.
I don't live with my dad, but he's friendly, I guess. I never spent much time with him since before he moved out his job always required travellling.
My brother is like me, except older, funnier, and more depressed. I am worried that this is a warning of my future.
I get on with them fine, except when I'm reliant on my mother and she can't hear me.
At the worst of times she's a squeaky tired whiner, and pretty much all the time she never finishes her sentences before starting a new one, and replaces random words with rabbit and potato. Otherwise she's just suprisingly youthful, in the sense that in her words she's probably never felt 40.
I don't live with my dad, but he's friendly, I guess. I never spent much time with him since before he moved out his job always required travellling.
My brother is like me, except older, funnier, and more depressed. I am worried that this is a warning of my future.
I get on with them fine, except when I'm reliant on my mother and she can't hear me.
Oh maliciously.
Exaggerations aside, they can be pretty annoying.
My mom, while she does work very hard and I appreciate that, she seems to like to call herself the "bread winner" in our household. Despite the fact that my dad works as hard as she does. Not to mention her cheerful disposition can be kinda aggravating sometimes. Still though, she's pretty cool.
My brother is annoying as all hell. You see, he and I both have autism. And he was affected far more than I was. So I can't really blame him too much for his faults. But goddamn, he's 20 years old and he acts like he's freaking 8. Not to mention all he can talk about is either games or movies and won't shut up about them. As horrible as I sound for saying this, I get sorta embarrassed to be out in public with him. Especially when he gets into his, well, episodes.
My dad is probably the most tolerable of my family and is the one I feel the most comfortable talking to. Still though, he is somewhat of a racist and he kinda complains a lot about stuff. And that can be sorta annoying at times.
My grandmother on my father's side is a gossipy cat lady who seems to like to talk shit about some of our other family member behind their backs. (Irony FTW LOL) She tried to coax me to her side by talking about how my grandparents on my mother's side went to New Orleans while my mom was in labor with my brother and I. And she was the one who helped her out. Currently, she's not speaking with any of us at the moment. Which really isn't that weird considering she seems to like pushing people out of her life. Like her ex-husband, my uncle, ect.
My grandfather on my mother's side. Dear god... he's like the negative aspects of my father multiplied by 10. He's ultra conservative, he talks shit about people, and he's extremely depressing and negative. He pretty much took over my family's life due to his excessive drinking. He needs a new liver, we had to move out his entire house before we sent him to a retirement home, and his wife almost worked herself to death trying to take care of him AND her mother at the same time. And now she has cancer and has to live with us. Which isn't that bad. Compared to him, she's a fucking saint. She really is too.
So yeah, that's my family in a nutshell.
Exaggerations aside, they can be pretty annoying.
My mom, while she does work very hard and I appreciate that, she seems to like to call herself the "bread winner" in our household. Despite the fact that my dad works as hard as she does. Not to mention her cheerful disposition can be kinda aggravating sometimes. Still though, she's pretty cool.
My brother is annoying as all hell. You see, he and I both have autism. And he was affected far more than I was. So I can't really blame him too much for his faults. But goddamn, he's 20 years old and he acts like he's freaking 8. Not to mention all he can talk about is either games or movies and won't shut up about them. As horrible as I sound for saying this, I get sorta embarrassed to be out in public with him. Especially when he gets into his, well, episodes.
My dad is probably the most tolerable of my family and is the one I feel the most comfortable talking to. Still though, he is somewhat of a racist and he kinda complains a lot about stuff. And that can be sorta annoying at times.
My grandmother on my father's side is a gossipy cat lady who seems to like to talk shit about some of our other family member behind their backs. (Irony FTW LOL) She tried to coax me to her side by talking about how my grandparents on my mother's side went to New Orleans while my mom was in labor with my brother and I. And she was the one who helped her out. Currently, she's not speaking with any of us at the moment. Which really isn't that weird considering she seems to like pushing people out of her life. Like her ex-husband, my uncle, ect.
My grandfather on my mother's side. Dear god... he's like the negative aspects of my father multiplied by 10. He's ultra conservative, he talks shit about people, and he's extremely depressing and negative. He pretty much took over my family's life due to his excessive drinking. He needs a new liver, we had to move out his entire house before we sent him to a retirement home, and his wife almost worked herself to death trying to take care of him AND her mother at the same time. And now she has cancer and has to live with us. Which isn't that bad. Compared to him, she's a fucking saint. She really is too.
So yeah, that's my family in a nutshell.
My mother cannot take any criticism, ever. At all. She cannot take anything resembling criticism. If you object, even politely, to anything she does, then you're totally screwed. She will rant and scream and cry until you've given up and gone away. My Dad is too quick to anger, and the combination of these two people is why my family's problems never get solved. Also, if my sister has a mind to do so, she will tear you to pieces. If you ever try to argue with her, she will laugh at you. It doesn't matter what you say. She will never, ever listen to you. Even if she knows that she was the aggressor, even if she's hitting you and screaming, she will laugh at you like you're inferior to her. She always has to have the last word, as well. And no matter the situation, she will always claim that she was the victim. My Dad and I have learned to ignore her, but my Mom still falls apart whenever she says anything, which leads to my sister crying and complaining that I'm the more loved child, which, to be fair, is true, but only because she is terrible to my mother, while I tend to talk to her for a while and then politely excuse myself whenever I find myself in conversation with her. I've learned to ignore my family for the most part. I love them, but they are awful people.
Other, more minor complaints is my Mother's vanity, her tendency to judge people based on one aspect of them, her tendency to judge people even if she's never met them and has only heard their name (I am dead serious here. She will form an entire image of someone based on their name), her inclination towards blowing everything way, way, way out of proportion, and the fact that she has no idea how society works nowadays. My sister is constantly pestering me to get things for her even if it would be much easier for her to do it, and she seems to think that if I do anything, its me trying to impress someone and seem cool to her, even though I couldn't care less what she thinks. My Dad is pretty much the only person I can stand on a regular basis. I love the, I really do, but my God, are these people insane.
Other, more minor complaints is my Mother's vanity, her tendency to judge people based on one aspect of them, her tendency to judge people even if she's never met them and has only heard their name (I am dead serious here. She will form an entire image of someone based on their name), her inclination towards blowing everything way, way, way out of proportion, and the fact that she has no idea how society works nowadays. My sister is constantly pestering me to get things for her even if it would be much easier for her to do it, and she seems to think that if I do anything, its me trying to impress someone and seem cool to her, even though I couldn't care less what she thinks. My Dad is pretty much the only person I can stand on a regular basis. I love the, I really do, but my God, are these people insane.