![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annundrielHoly frick.
People are special. Family is even more special. So special, that sometimes I just want to move to a desert island somewhere and live alone in a nicely decorated and maintained hut. Actually, y'know, it doesn't have to be alone. Just not have certain people related to me. And have cabana boys.
Oh, this is gonna turn into a rant. I can just feel it.
Cutting because not everyone wants to read about the crazy people I know. And, boy, sometimes I wish I didn't know them. Or knew them and could disown them.
At least with Nicholas I can say, "He's not actually related to me by blood." Thank God.
Grandma was just over here to complain about Nicholas and his lack of respect for property and people. Which is a completely valid complaint because he does in fact lack both. He lets himself into her house to shower, do laundry, and eat her food. As well as drink her alcohol. Which would be all well and good if 1) he asked, 2) he replaced it, 3) he was a more responsible individual. But he doesn't, he hasn't, and he isn't.
Granted, I think someone somewhere set a precedent by not establishing lines of polite behavior earlier, ie. impressing upon him the importance of asking before you take. Because Grandma does not refuse you a drink or a sandwich if you ask her. And I can totally understand how upset she gets because it is just plain rude to invite yourself into someone else's house and drink the last of their milk and then not tell them about it. But, like I said, I can't help but wonder if this behavior is not only a result of his parents (who are a couple of whackadoos, let me tell ya), but also a result of Grandma, earlier in those whole thing, letting him get by with stuff.
Now today I also heard that the last time Grandma went to California, she specifically requested that "those boys" not be allowed in her house. She made all the beds with clean sheets, put all the dishes away, and locked up. When she returned home, she went into her bedroom to find a pillow out of place and then the sheets rumpled and folded incorrectly (she folds them over the blanket; they weren't). Then she found a pretzel on the floor. (She compared herself to Jessica Fletcher, which was cute.) Turns out, two of Nicholas's younger brother's had spent the night. Which, according to Grandma, would have been fine by her if they hadn't tried to hide it. And if people had actually told her about it when she asked. But none of that happened.
And all of this is enough to get me annoyed for her sake, without even touching upon how pissed off that boy's attitude and the things he says makes me. The written word cannot do justice to my anger and frustration.
I also found out that yesterday or today he saw EB's HUGE pharmacy/medical book and commented on it. Grandma said, "She's one smart girl." To which he replied, "Yeah, book smart." And I think that probably makes me the most angry and upset. Because he doesn't consider spending years being educated legitimate or worthy in any way. Or consider writing a twelve page research paper work. He thinks he's so fucking smart because he's got all of this experience in the "real world." And he's not. He's really, really not. You just have to listen to the way he talks about things to know he's a prejudiced, irresponsible, inconsiderate asshole.
Phew. I feel a little bit better getting that off of my chest. I'm just annoyed and fed up.
People are special. Family is even more special. So special, that sometimes I just want to move to a desert island somewhere and live alone in a nicely decorated and maintained hut. Actually, y'know, it doesn't have to be alone. Just not have certain people related to me. And have cabana boys.
Oh, this is gonna turn into a rant. I can just feel it.
Cutting because not everyone wants to read about the crazy people I know. And, boy, sometimes I wish I didn't know them. Or knew them and could disown them.
At least with Nicholas I can say, "He's not actually related to me by blood." Thank God.
Grandma was just over here to complain about Nicholas and his lack of respect for property and people. Which is a completely valid complaint because he does in fact lack both. He lets himself into her house to shower, do laundry, and eat her food. As well as drink her alcohol. Which would be all well and good if 1) he asked, 2) he replaced it, 3) he was a more responsible individual. But he doesn't, he hasn't, and he isn't.
Granted, I think someone somewhere set a precedent by not establishing lines of polite behavior earlier, ie. impressing upon him the importance of asking before you take. Because Grandma does not refuse you a drink or a sandwich if you ask her. And I can totally understand how upset she gets because it is just plain rude to invite yourself into someone else's house and drink the last of their milk and then not tell them about it. But, like I said, I can't help but wonder if this behavior is not only a result of his parents (who are a couple of whackadoos, let me tell ya), but also a result of Grandma, earlier in those whole thing, letting him get by with stuff.
Now today I also heard that the last time Grandma went to California, she specifically requested that "those boys" not be allowed in her house. She made all the beds with clean sheets, put all the dishes away, and locked up. When she returned home, she went into her bedroom to find a pillow out of place and then the sheets rumpled and folded incorrectly (she folds them over the blanket; they weren't). Then she found a pretzel on the floor. (She compared herself to Jessica Fletcher, which was cute.) Turns out, two of Nicholas's younger brother's had spent the night. Which, according to Grandma, would have been fine by her if they hadn't tried to hide it. And if people had actually told her about it when she asked. But none of that happened.
And all of this is enough to get me annoyed for her sake, without even touching upon how pissed off that boy's attitude and the things he says makes me. The written word cannot do justice to my anger and frustration.
I also found out that yesterday or today he saw EB's HUGE pharmacy/medical book and commented on it. Grandma said, "She's one smart girl." To which he replied, "Yeah, book smart." And I think that probably makes me the most angry and upset. Because he doesn't consider spending years being educated legitimate or worthy in any way. Or consider writing a twelve page research paper work. He thinks he's so fucking smart because he's got all of this experience in the "real world." And he's not. He's really, really not. You just have to listen to the way he talks about things to know he's a prejudiced, irresponsible, inconsiderate asshole.
Phew. I feel a little bit better getting that off of my chest. I'm just annoyed and fed up.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-27 06:19 am (UTC)It's just really frustrating that I keep thinking, "Hey, that conversation wasn't so bad, maybe he's improved" and then the next conversation proves he hasn't.
Ugh. And it's not even that he's, like, disrespectful of education to our faces. Plus, another thing that annoys me, he kept saying that Tom really needs to go to college/enroll in classes at Big Bend (the community college in Moses Lake), but then he goes and says stuff that is clearly anti-organized education. Which only shows us that he thinks Tom should go to school to learn things he thinks are "useful."
I don't know about the jealous thing. Tom's problem is really that he's been around Nicholas too much. I could tell you stories about how creative and silly he used to be, and how we'd have conversations about books and soundtracks and movies. Not so much since I left and Nicholas became a more fixed presence.
I'm glad your brother respects your education. It's upsetting when people don't.
Now, onto something lighter. Hee!! I'm so glad you liked the book cover! I just couldn't stop staring! Have you seen some of the others, though? I knew there were gay romance novels, but I'd never seen them before.