posted on Feb, 17 2013 @ 01:17 AM
I don't know if it's just me or what, but I really need to rant this.
What makes you think of yourself, so high and mighty, to get off calling a person such horrible names? I'm not your n-word, I'm not your maid, and
I'm not a moron, retarded, stupid, or lazy.
I manage to keep *your* house in a decent condition: Wash the dishes, do my own laundry, take out the garbage, pick up after your dog that you yell at
when he wants pets. And what do you do? You lay in bed until it's time for you to go to school, or that you have to do some odd job.
Now I know it's alright for you to believe that you are helping others with your services, but you do farm all around the house. What happened to
fixing up the front room? It's been almost 6 years since you started it, and there's still cardboard on the floor. What about your soda cans that
you leave in the sink?
I don't drink Mountain Dew, yet you expect me to dispose of your nasty cigarette filled bottles and cans because you're so "busy". I also resent
the fact that you think that you, a high school drop out with a GED, who is also in tech school, are more superior minded than me because you are
gaining a higher education, and I'm doing nothing but sitting around on the computer. Well guess what, I'm actually taking classes too for my
intended career, when you think I'm farming off. I also enjoy listening to you go on about "taboo" topics, when I've already heard about most of
them on ATS or other news websites.
Significant other of above, or shall I say parental unit: I've put up with your shot for all my natural life. I really wish times were like before,
where we had a strong parent-child bond, but it has come to light that you blame me for all your problems. I'm sorry I had to be your bastard child
and make you put your dreams on hold so you could support me, and eventually my sister. I trapped you in a loveless marriage, subjecting us to
screaming matches that I remember as normal. It got worse at the divorce, and it all went downhill from there. You changed into something I fear
instead of love, and every hand or item laid on me or harsh word from your lips have me set in line for your bidding. You always tell me to go out and
have a life, yet reel me in and set curfews because I have to do work around the house and watch your brat children. You want to control every aspect
of my life and badmouth me whenever I do not meet up to your expectations. I am trying really hard to make something of myself, but when you berate me
for going into a profession that I know full and well of the risks involved, you throw me in such a state of panic that you literally shatter my
dreams. You have stopped me from pursuing my interests, trying to push me to a field "that makes money". Just because I'm making money, doesn't
mean it has to be enjoyable for me.
I am grateful for the amenities you provide me, but when you just treat me like some modern-day slave, it's where I draw the line.