Shittier Days
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 7:31 am
So, we didn't have a Shit Days thread. So I'll start it up.
At the advice of a friend, I'm dumping the events of the past few months into this board as a sense of release.
Shit. Complete, utter, hellbent, absolute crazy god damned fucking shit. In no particular order, and with no sense of style or cohesion:
My father continues his slide into a crude facsimile of glenn beck, alternating with no warning between quiet middle-aged former breadwinner to crazy right-wing nut who can't stand to badmouth Obama at every turn ("Obama has raised the national debt more than any previous president combined"). He is either fully delusional or just fucking with me; at one point he argued that the first amendment protects anyone anywhere from ever saying anything bad about guns, while I argued that no, it only really stops the government. Here is the argument in it's pure form:
<Me> There's nothing against the law from a store banning guns on their premises. You have every right to choose not to shop there, but they are breaking no law by not only disallowing guns, but by saying they won't allow them.
<Dad> I don't think that's true
<Me> A store could openly say that they will be banning anyone from the premises who wears the color blue. THey are not breaking the law, strictly speaking. It would be an unwise business move, of course, and there are things that can be banned that would actually break the law, but something like that would not.
<Dad> No, the first amendment protects against that
<Me> No, it only protects against the government saying that. The Government can't come out and say "You can't report on people wearing blue sweaters" or "You can't talk about Wiccan*", but a business can.
<Dad> That's not true.
<Me> * Smartphone, quote first amendment
<Dad> Well, hrmph.
*=Yes, Mongrel, yes everyone about ready to link 50 articles in response to government & press relations, we know, don't link it, we know.
He guards himself more and more, becoming a crude facsimile of someone he once was, in a desperate attempt to stay relevant and cling to what's left of his pride, which by now is little more than a self-destructive insistence that he IS right, that he's NOT like his dad, and that everything WILL be fine if he stays quiet and never tells anyone anything, which instead just makes everyone at each others throats and results in snippy remarks and angry posturing when he tries to "be right to everyone" because he cannot STAND to be wrong
My mother is basically a high school cunt at this point. I've mended my relationship with her somewhat, but she still slips into whiny bitch mood where "if I feel bad everyone else should", held back only because now the entire family, immediate and extended, is biting back with a vengeance when she does it.
At the start of may I had to go to a wedding in California. I was a samurai! It was pretty cool. Except for the actual wedding part. And the 10 hour drive both ways. And California itself. And the bed. Okay everything other than "seeing family" and "being a samurai" was hell, as I discovered something rather horrible: My family is white trash. Like, a lot of them. I got to lay back on a deck chair on top of a mountain so high cell service was non-existence and look out over whatever mountainous valley is near Modesto on a gorgeous clear day and holy fuck that was a beautiful sight there, but a 10 hour drive both ways, with little technological interaction and 90% white trash family grates on you pretty hard.
And when we got back, my brother had moved in. Yes, my brother, whom #ff veterans will know as the Scrotum-Stapler, and who has recently decided to become an MRA in the wake of the Isla VIsta BMW Shootings (He feels that people aren't giving the men that were killed their proper due, only the women who were killed).
We are driving through OR's rather treacherous mountain roads. It's nearing hour 11 due to bad traffic. We are worn out. I'm twitching and almost out of energy drinks. My mother fumbles awake and calls home to tell my brother to get ready to help us unload. The first thing he says, the FIRST THING HE SAYS TO SOMEONE WHO HAS GONE THROUGH THE PREVIOUS AFOREMENTIONED SHIT IS
"can you stop and get me some mcdonalds"
This is pretty much the highlight of my brother's attitude. Evenw ith an adorable cat he rescued and raised from a kitten, he is still a monumentally entitled piece of shit who needs a good few more years of life smashing his head around before he learns that he is owed nothing and he needs tos top being such a flaming asshole cunt.
So basically all of this stress nonstop is taking it's toll on me, rather severely. As I type, the left side of my body has several drying/vanishing bruises on it from a few days before. There are new cuts and scrapes appearing on my leg with regular frequency. Two days ago I had incredibly bad sleep, was on the verge of a breakdown the entire day, and at one point had the entire world shake and suddenly lost my legs. Like, not lost "feeling" but it was suddenly like I had nothing from the knee down.
My PS3 stick broke, but I got that taken care of, sorry to anyone in #ff who my constant whinging about it bothered you. I actually found a shadowbox and put up my increasingly large pin collection!. Even found a place that will ship Nintendo's official release of the Gen6 pins to me. Yes, those are penny arcade pins, I like shiny things. I had actually hoped that those "PA STaff" pins hadn't taken off, as I wanted to get a box of Ben Kuchera pins and send them to people I hate/Dirty Santa people. These little trinkets and toys are what I'm doing to cling to reality and sanity as I click away for google at my job, saving money to get the fucking hell out of dodge.
So. How was your day?
At the advice of a friend, I'm dumping the events of the past few months into this board as a sense of release.
Shit. Complete, utter, hellbent, absolute crazy god damned fucking shit. In no particular order, and with no sense of style or cohesion:
My father continues his slide into a crude facsimile of glenn beck, alternating with no warning between quiet middle-aged former breadwinner to crazy right-wing nut who can't stand to badmouth Obama at every turn ("Obama has raised the national debt more than any previous president combined"). He is either fully delusional or just fucking with me; at one point he argued that the first amendment protects anyone anywhere from ever saying anything bad about guns, while I argued that no, it only really stops the government. Here is the argument in it's pure form:
<Me> There's nothing against the law from a store banning guns on their premises. You have every right to choose not to shop there, but they are breaking no law by not only disallowing guns, but by saying they won't allow them.
<Dad> I don't think that's true
<Me> A store could openly say that they will be banning anyone from the premises who wears the color blue. THey are not breaking the law, strictly speaking. It would be an unwise business move, of course, and there are things that can be banned that would actually break the law, but something like that would not.
<Dad> No, the first amendment protects against that
<Me> No, it only protects against the government saying that. The Government can't come out and say "You can't report on people wearing blue sweaters" or "You can't talk about Wiccan*", but a business can.
<Dad> That's not true.
<Me> * Smartphone, quote first amendment
<Dad> Well, hrmph.
*=Yes, Mongrel, yes everyone about ready to link 50 articles in response to government & press relations, we know, don't link it, we know.
He guards himself more and more, becoming a crude facsimile of someone he once was, in a desperate attempt to stay relevant and cling to what's left of his pride, which by now is little more than a self-destructive insistence that he IS right, that he's NOT like his dad, and that everything WILL be fine if he stays quiet and never tells anyone anything, which instead just makes everyone at each others throats and results in snippy remarks and angry posturing when he tries to "be right to everyone" because he cannot STAND to be wrong
My mother is basically a high school cunt at this point. I've mended my relationship with her somewhat, but she still slips into whiny bitch mood where "if I feel bad everyone else should", held back only because now the entire family, immediate and extended, is biting back with a vengeance when she does it.
At the start of may I had to go to a wedding in California. I was a samurai! It was pretty cool. Except for the actual wedding part. And the 10 hour drive both ways. And California itself. And the bed. Okay everything other than "seeing family" and "being a samurai" was hell, as I discovered something rather horrible: My family is white trash. Like, a lot of them. I got to lay back on a deck chair on top of a mountain so high cell service was non-existence and look out over whatever mountainous valley is near Modesto on a gorgeous clear day and holy fuck that was a beautiful sight there, but a 10 hour drive both ways, with little technological interaction and 90% white trash family grates on you pretty hard.
And when we got back, my brother had moved in. Yes, my brother, whom #ff veterans will know as the Scrotum-Stapler, and who has recently decided to become an MRA in the wake of the Isla VIsta BMW Shootings (He feels that people aren't giving the men that were killed their proper due, only the women who were killed).
We are driving through OR's rather treacherous mountain roads. It's nearing hour 11 due to bad traffic. We are worn out. I'm twitching and almost out of energy drinks. My mother fumbles awake and calls home to tell my brother to get ready to help us unload. The first thing he says, the FIRST THING HE SAYS TO SOMEONE WHO HAS GONE THROUGH THE PREVIOUS AFOREMENTIONED SHIT IS
"can you stop and get me some mcdonalds"
This is pretty much the highlight of my brother's attitude. Evenw ith an adorable cat he rescued and raised from a kitten, he is still a monumentally entitled piece of shit who needs a good few more years of life smashing his head around before he learns that he is owed nothing and he needs tos top being such a flaming asshole cunt.
So basically all of this stress nonstop is taking it's toll on me, rather severely. As I type, the left side of my body has several drying/vanishing bruises on it from a few days before. There are new cuts and scrapes appearing on my leg with regular frequency. Two days ago I had incredibly bad sleep, was on the verge of a breakdown the entire day, and at one point had the entire world shake and suddenly lost my legs. Like, not lost "feeling" but it was suddenly like I had nothing from the knee down.
My PS3 stick broke, but I got that taken care of, sorry to anyone in #ff who my constant whinging about it bothered you. I actually found a shadowbox and put up my increasingly large pin collection!. Even found a place that will ship Nintendo's official release of the Gen6 pins to me. Yes, those are penny arcade pins, I like shiny things. I had actually hoped that those "PA STaff" pins hadn't taken off, as I wanted to get a box of Ben Kuchera pins and send them to people I hate/Dirty Santa people. These little trinkets and toys are what I'm doing to cling to reality and sanity as I click away for google at my job, saving money to get the fucking hell out of dodge.
So. How was your day?