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-was just yelled at by her older sister, L we should call her, because L's dog just ate L's prescription sunglasses-
She's not paying me or anything. She just shows up at the house that she doesn't live in or contribute to in anyway other than giving my younger brother at ride home after school, drop off her dog and retreat to her old room.
Unless she wants something done... then she screams and yells at us (those still actually doing things at home) to do what she wants.

So she expects me to watch her dog to keep her from eating her sunglasses, which were in her purse on the floor. She says that she had no place to put it because "the house is such a mess". I haven't seen her actually clean the house since she entered HIGH SCHOOL.
Edit: Oh, she put me through the guilt trip. "These were two hundred dollars! I can't get a new pair this year! They were polarize..." etc. etc. etc. etc.... If they were so expensive TAKE BETTER CARE OF THEM YOURSELF!!!
If it was mine, and I tried that move with her, she would throw that in my face. I have other things to do than watch her dog and her stuff. Obviously she has 'better things to do' if she's not doing it herself (in her old room, on the brand new temperpedic(sp?) bed, watching the old TV, watching 'Desperate Housewives').
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Poison, your avatars always seem to have an air of radiantly infinite charisma. Thumbs way up for creativity!!!

"Happiness is like peeing in your pants..."

-just had possibly the worst moment in her life thus far-
I'm in pain, the house is cold but I can't change that, and GIMP CRASHED ON ME!! Three hours of work GONE, even though I KNOW I saved.... and when my mom interrupts me and I calmly tell her that I'm in a really bad mood and I would very much like her to listen to everything I have to say, my Dad starts yelling at me for back talking to my mother...
crying crying crying crying crying

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Wouldn't you know it... I actually thought of something for this thread.

And I just don't get it.

Family: I never was good enough for my family, by any standard. Everything I did was just never good enough. The whole time I spent drawing and writing, they always told me I shouldn't bother, that my art and stories were garbage, and that the only thing I was good for was work. Yes, I was good at cleaning house. I think that's why I like cleaning house. It was the only thing they ever told me I was good at. And it didn't matter what my siblings did. Everything they ever did was treated like gold, and they could do no wrong. If my sister broke something, all she had to say was that I did and I was punished without question. I guess I really hate my mother. Not only for allowing it, but for participating as much as she did.

Friends: They seem to get thinner and thinner as the years go by. One betrays me here, another there. Now only a few true friends remain. One broke into my house when I came home early one weekend. I didn't even know it was him until I ran into the room and pinned him down. Another lies to me about a family emergency, asking for $4000, so I lend it to him. His parents called be because they were concerned about his new girlfriend. When I asked about it, they said she was in debt and riding him for everything he was worth. I was upset because my friend lied to me, and used to money for some dumb broad. I found out later he used the money to pay for some of her bills, and then she left him. I say, that's what he deserves.
Another friend of 5 years borrows $2000 so he can afford to go home and visit his family. When he came back, a month later I asked him when he could pay it back. We set a date and time the following week. He never showed, and when I called around, he'd taken a flight with his newly wed wife out of state. I never heard from him again.
My best friend of 20 years, since we were little bitties making trouble together. She gets married and tells me we can't talk or hang out anymore. She says it makes her husband mad if she even mentions my name. She I never hear from her anymore. The one time I tried calling. I get told to leave her the hell alone.
It's just sad that the friends I grew up with and made these past few years, don't even want me around anymore, unless they want money.

Coming Home.... to what: After serving 2 deployments in Iraq, it's always the same when we come home.
2 kinds of people get off the plane.
The first kind has their friends and family wiating for them. They rush off the jet into the arms of their loved ones. They call home and everyone is happy to see them. It is a truly wondrous thing, as they are reunited with everything they missed and dreamed about while they were away.
Then there's the second kind of people; people like me.
We get off the plane to what? We look around, no one is waiting for us.
We call home, but all the numbers don't work or we're told not to call anymore.
Some people get the answering machine from their wives or girlfriends, telling them they've cleared out the bank account and left. There's no home for them to go to.
While the people from the first group are crying because they are happy to have returned to their loved ones. The people in the second group are crying because they just realized they aren't wanted anymore and have no home to go to. Some still have distant relatives, but how much does that matter when you're getting off the plane, and everything that matters in your entire world calls you and tells you they've left you, and that there's no home for you to come home to.
Group one reflects on everything they just did, a year spent in the sun, the heat and danger, and they know that it was worth it.
The second group reflects on everything they just did, a year spent in the sun, the hear and the danger, and they wonder if it was even worth it.
It's an emotional time for everyone.
Sadly, we lose more soldiers when we come home than when we do in the war. Because sometimes people can't survive the hurt of loosing everyone that meant everything to them.
The number of suicides this past year has escalted. Soldiers come home to an empty house. They drink a cold beer or two... then blow their own brains out.
I don't think I can forgive the people that do this to them.
I try to tell them that there's so much more to live for, so much more to be. But if you've ever looked in the eyes of someone who's lost everything that really mattered to them... maybe you know.
I know I've lost a lot, and all too often I don't have anyone to come home to either. Sometimes I think they might as well just leave me there in the desert. At least there I matter. At least there I make a difference.
What's waiting for me when I get back here? An office job, pushing papers to the quiet afternoon, going home to a life of solitary reflection. It's not so bad really. I have a lot going for me. So I don't really get all depressed about it very often. But I have been reflecting recently on so many things.
I should probably go back to Iraq or Afghanistan and get my mind back into the game. This civilian living is wreaking havoc on my soul.

I think... it's just that... it hurts to see so many people that are wanted. And knowing that no matter what I do, or how much I improve, that somehow, I'm never going to quite be good enough for anybody.
Yeah so this takes me to my last subject, then I'll drop it.
I've been trying to figure out these past seven or so years, what makes me such a bad guy.
I'm respectful, but when going out, it's the disrespectful idiots that wind the attention of the crowd.
I'm responsible, but it's the irresponsible bums that get the favor of the ladies on saturday nights. Women like men who are daring, but they're kind of dense to the idea. These men are usually daring in the idea that they're willing to be stupid and don't care about the consequences.

There are men who beat their wives and girlfriends. There are men who lie, cheat and steal.
But what hurts... what really hurts... is knowing that somehow... I'm a lot worse than those kinds of people. Because at least they're wanted. There are still people that love them and wait for them to come home.
Women say they want a 'normal guy' in their lives. But every time they get one he turns out to be a loser, a lier, a cheater, etc. But they keep looking for the "normal guy". I had to sit next to this lady at a meeting that was going on and on about how men were too childish, they don't stick around, they lie and they cheat, blah, blah, blah. So I tell her, then why don't you give any of the guys in line 2 a chance? She says, "what guys?" I tell her. "The ones you've probably been ignoring your entire life because they've been doing the right things, and your attention has been swooned towards those that put on a good show, but are up to no good. I told her I guarantee there are good men in here life, but has given any of them the chance. She tells me they're just not her type. I ask her, "okay, what's your type?" She answers. "I just want to find a normal guy." Lastly, I tell her. "So you tell me how that paradox worked out for twenty years from now."

On that note, the #1 reason women won't date me, is they say I'm wierd, and not normal. And they're right.

I would actually take care of a woman.
I would actually care.
I would actually stick around.
I would pay the bills.
I would cherish the time we wpent together.
I would be very romantic.
I would compliment her every day about something.
I would make sure she knew I loved her.
I would actually do the right thing.

But who am I kidding? Who actually wants a jerk like that?
I get told I'm not bad looking. People say that's not the issue.
So it's pretty much about not being normal.
So what's with women insisting on dating normal guys that break their hearts time and time again.

I thought about this just before I posted. Now that my mind has had a few minutes to stew on it and vent, I can only say this.

Screw people. I'm going back to my Hello Kitty sanctuary, where I will write, draw, be 'wierd', and all that sort of thing. >.>

Oh, and it doesn't help in the least damn bit that the only people that hit on me or ask me out are other guys... I mean WTF is up with that? That does nothing for my sense of moral concerning this issue.

And if you don't like me posting this kind of crap, don't make this kind of thread ninja ninja ninja
Because I gurantee I will never post out of context. 3nodding

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Man, everybody's going through s**t right now.
All in all, I just have to say that you seem like a really great guy and one day, you'll find a woman who will love you with all of her heart and you will be the best husband.

For now, I don't know... maybe you could try broadening your horizons too. And don't go back to Iraq.. I'd miss you too much, along with the other tacos. And besides, it'll only isolate you. At least you're exposed here.

Man, I should make a rant thread.

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It's the truth!

Seph sounds amazing.

Girls are the weird ones. xD

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Amazingly retarded maybe XD

So when it's raining out... like a lot... and stupid people are crashing into each other because they want to tailgate at 90 miles an hour... yeah... where the #&^% do these people learn to drive?

Spotless driving record of 10 years! XD... now watch. I probably just jinxed myself.