Blood boiling.

Sometimes, people make me really angry.

Okay, I know what you're thinking - "Did you just say SOMETIMES? Because it seems like you're ALWAYS angry!"


Allow me to correct you. People OFTEN annoy me. They don't always make my blood boil. Apart from Honours and the people involved in that year, and what I am about to divulge, and crimes against humanity, I can't really think of anything that makes my blood boil. I'm not perpetually angry, I'm just constantly annoyed because people don't shut up. Seriously, if people could zip it every now and again, half of the world's problems would be gone, with the other half being stupidity. 

So. Now that's cleared up, I will discuss the other thing that makes my blood boil on a fairly regular basis.


I am the eldest of five siblings. After myself, there are two girls, and then two boys. The boys are great (totes love the youngest), and I would count the middle sister as one of my best friends. But the youngest sister? You can't imagine how many times I've asked God to give me strength, because I swear I will end up stabbing her one day.


How many times do you have to keep extending the hand of friendship? How consistently nice do you have to be someone before they learn to be a little considerate? Today, as has been the case for the last week or so, she has been literally yelling at the parentals because she wants a cat. She has found a list of reasons online - having pets helps with depression, fitness, etc. But how can she care for another animal if she's incapable of keeping her own space clean and smell-free? Last year was only her first year at uni and she not only failed SEVERAL units, she also missed the sub-exams because as usual, she was up all night watching dvds and then slept in.


That's another thing. She's always complaining that she has no clothes, and every time there's a wedding or event we have to lend her ours, and then she spends all of her money on useless crap. She complains that no one takes her shopping but when we do she wanders off for hours looking at comic books and dvds and stuff she doesn't need. 

And then she complains about being broke. GOD!


It'd be okay if she kept it all to herself, but no, she has to scream and yell and bully until she gets her own way. She has no concept of responsibility or consideration. She literally stomps when she's walking around the house. In the middle of the night, a loud banging noise wakes you up, and that's her stomping and banging her way to the toilet, like opening doors violently makes her cool or important.


So basically, what makes my blood boil - apart from the mess, the things that go missing and turn up in her room, the lack of contribution to chores, being an inconsiderate *****, distracting the boys from homework and sleep and bullying and bribing them, the fact that she can't share or do a favour for someone without extorting something massive from them - is the fact that she doesn't shut up. 


This in turn is basically what annoys me about other people. If you're not invited into a conversation, why butt in? If you want to say something, why do you have to yell? If someone says no, why can't you zip your mouth? Why do you have to yell? And most of all, why can't you leave me alone?


I'm having trouble explaining what she's like and why it makes my blood boil. You'd have to live with her for a day, an hour, anything. 


I have, for the most part, controlled myself. Sometimes I swear and sometimes I sing loudly and in a high pitch to drown her out. But I'm pretty sure that one day I will stab and burn her. And I won't regret it.

And here's a bit of contrast:

Peace and love,

S.

I just pulled out my 10 year old brother's wobbly tooth.

I am majorly badass. 

I moustache you a question but I will shave it for later.

From Love is my weapon - This is an awesome theme. Totes loving the moustache cushion and sofa-bed thing.