Thread: A guide to the insanity....

RE A guide to the insanity.... Sometimes I wonder if I'm not some sort of fucked up Universal joke. Like the various gods, and goddesses got together, and decided, Hey we're bored, let's make a funny mortal we can screw with for the next few decades, why not, just let's ll make him screwed over in all the ways we can think of, nothing bad enough to kill hi just enough to fuck him up and watch. I say this, because every day I wake up it seems like the universe has some new joke at my expense. I get it, everybody feels that way at times, it's part of being alive. However sometimes I honestly wish the universe could combine it's focused stupidity on someone else hell anyone else. Today, two of my room mates for massive checks in the mail from the government of course, like they'd do any work. Both of them lay on their asses all day, and yet when I try to work try to find a ob, I don't even get a call back from the local fucking burger joint. So a combined total of over 4k, and what do I find out. I find out I'm probably not getting paid for a job I did awhile ago. A job I worked my ass off on and was forced to become overdraft in the bank to do. Which by the way means I could potentially do jail time, because I got crewed over, however to friends, one my own blood can't lend me a it of money. Says That's probably the answer to all your problems, you'd piss someone off in prison and end up shanked within a week. Speaking of shitty family and friends I'm more than a bit annoyed at my Friends as of late. I believe your friends and your family are the most important thing in life. At the end of your day they are the ones at your back The ones who help you out, at least that used to be how it was. See my grandmother died early two years go, and before she did that's how it was. If I had an issue I could talk to her, if I had something I needed help with she was their. I could go to her for anything and she'd never laugh at me, or insult me. However, now my family seem to be more interested in putting me down and insulting me behind my back then supporting or loving me. I'd almost say it was funny if not for the fact it hurts. the fact they feel the need to insult me, for no reason at all with them. First it was my uncle, we've always been more casual family then OMG this happened bah bah blah family. However we're still family. to be fair he's the last surviving member of my Dad's side of the family and so I try to get along with him. Hell I'm the only one in my family who can stand him so I figured I was safe from his bitch fests. However recently I needed a hair cut and my uncle is a barber. So me and a female friend went by she was hanging out with me. My friend isn't unattractive however not only was she dressed in chilling at the house cothes, but she's had three children and chases two around on a daily basis so doesn't' have as much time to take care of herself as she'd probably like. Everything was fine I got my hair cut and soon we'd left I assumed everything was okay. A day or so later I find out he was bitching and insulting my friend, who he's talked too for maybe five minutes at most saying she seemed like a lesbian and needed to wear clothes that covered her stomach. I was pissed, but more that my uncle didn't' tell me his issues, and wondering where he got off cursing abotu a friend of mine. Then came my step dad. Sites like Facebook and Myspace have caused alot of trouble for my friends and their families. I always figured with my Not bullshitting personality and my family's need to maintain a sort of Outward appearance that that would never happen to me, boy oh fucking boy was I wrong. My step dad was angry at me, for some reason I'm still not sure of. Again I'll clarify this is a step dad, not blood, hell he met my Mom when I was already moved out of the house. He decides insulting me calling me among other things a Punk ass kid bitch on my facebook wall was appropriate. Now to put this in perspective, I use Facebook mostly for keeping in contact with highschool acquaintances. I log on for maybe five minutes every few weeks, unless I'm bored and looking for old friends to catch up with. I see the message thing click on it and see this rant t me, for no god damn reason. So, then we get to my grandfather. He tries to be a good person he really does, but when he tries and motivates me, to do something I'm already doing he feels the need to rant and to rave and he ounce gain took it too fucking far. I am pissed off but used to his random three time a month rants. Finally my mother comes into the picture. Now my om is different than most, as in I never depended on her. If I needed something done I'd take it to my grandmother, my Mom is a good person, but she's not the sort of person you ask for commitments fro. Hell the woman almost forgot my graduation. I have a love hate relationship with my mother. However she is the most P.C. person in the world, while at the same time speaking her mind. She never tries to insult or offend anyone. As I said, someone of my own blood lives with me, it's my brother who get's checks monthly from the government because of the passing of our father. My mother tends to take a majority of this because she figured it into her bills and blah blah blah. My brother has been staying with us for three months, and he approached her about giving her less of the Money. She replied simply, Your brother doesn't' pay ay money to the house hold, so why should you? Now this pissed me off not only because it was true, I'm between jobs despite trying and as such am making no money. However, this comes fro the woman who had one job in my entire life time if you don't count raising me and my siblings Which as I've said I don't for her working at a clothing tore. While doing this she charged things so that on her payday, she OWED THE STORE 300!!! So, I'm currently on the outs with my family. So much for love and protection huh? They wonder why I get depressed and yet treat me like that. Hell that's not even figuring in the fact odds are I'll be homeless in July because the auntroom mate I'm living with is having a conniption fit, because of my lack of luck getting a job. Wow, writing a that down made me feel a bit worse. I'll continue my rant on how the gods seemed determined to amuse themselves at my suffering after I raid the liquor cabinet. To Be Continued