Och aye the noo

Graeme1988

Hie yer hence from me heath!
So, I’ve either gone a wee bit mental, or I’m looking to a save a fair bit o’ money here, but...

Having played the guitar for 16 years now, and with plenty of related tutorials on YouTube, I’m thinking about becoming a luthier and doing ma ain guitar maintenance? :thinking: :idontknow:
 

Graeme1988

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Just once in ma life - just one time - ah would truly luv it if...
When ah asked a question, ah didn’t immediately get a overly defensive react from ma family.
That’d be nice, for a change. :sad:

Ah know... sad, innit? That that’s asking too much o’ one’s ain family.
No wonder I’m constantly on edge, and never truly relaxed, unless I’m alone.
 

Graeme1988

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Getting f*ckin' sick o' this... Every time ah ask for summit to be done, it takes my mother 2 to 3 days at least, to do it. Unless it's the middle child demanding it. :thumbdown: Cuz, rather than do any helpful to me, she'd rather lie on the living room couch, watching the telly n' bemoaning how fed-up she is. :eek:h: :kickingmyself: And I'm running outta f*cks to give about that.

Oh, but she means well ! Aye, sure. Cannae be f*ck doing owt when asked, let just overlook that, and the constant playing the victim when asked why she repeatedly refuses to help when asked. Everything's gotta be on her terms.

Ah've just gave up tae be honest - cannae rely upon naebuddy but masel'. There's summit no right that that's how it's bin fur the past 18 years. :sad:
 

Graeme1988

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Stayed awake much of last night just... what’s the word? :thinking: Despairing at my current situation. :crying: And how much of a toll it’s taken on my overall health. Part of me just wants to give up, and throw in the towel.

Might as well give up, since change isn’t coming anytime soon. :sad: And if ah move out, ah probably still won’t be happy. I’d huv peace n’ quiet and my own home recording studio. But there would still be the guilty of having moved out. Why? Well, mainly because I wus the f*cker who gave kept my family from outright killing each other. Though, I’ve often considered beating tha shite outta them, just to prove how uncivil they tend to be.

Plus, the vibe in the house with me n’ Mum has really changed within the last year. It’s very tense, unsettling. Suffocating, almost. The place looks like shit, upstairs at least. Holes in the carpets, wallpaper peeling away from walls. Ideal if ya want to make angry, generic, evil-sounding heavy metal music that is like being repeated punched in the face. But not really cohesive towards creating anything upbeat or happy sounding.
 
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Graeme1988

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Oh no, insomnia.

Oddly enough, I've been listening to Megadeth a fair bit lately. So, this song is pretty apt in terms of how I've felt for the past week.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPfXoy7bJzI&ab_channel=DanMNineFive


I feel the same :sad:. When i find a flat, i'm likely to be just as unhappy, dissatisfied & bored. :sad:

Same here, except, at least I'll finally get some stability in my life when ah move oot. It's shite huvin to constantly compromise yer own needs for the sake of someone else's all the time. :kickingmyself:
 

Graeme1988

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So, my older sister and her kids are moving into their permanent home tomorrow.
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Doubt f*ck all is gonnae change though.:sad: Her entitled attitude... Ha! There’s mair chance o’ me winning a gold medal at the Paralympics And she’s still bitter about her marriage breaking down, and didnae even want to move back to this town. She only did that so she could use our mother. Take advantage. As my older sister sure as heck hasn’t utter a sincere word of gratitude towards either me or our Mum. But then, I’ve been treated like am f*ckin’ invisible for the past 11 months by everyone, except my 3 year old niece. :thumbdown:

On the positive side, I’m not such a lying b@$%@rd anymore. As everything I’ve been saying for years about my older sister has been proven not to be me merely exaggerating for comic affect. The aggressive confrontational nature. Smugness. Starting arguments over f*ck all. The Poundland Paris Hilton superiority complex. It’s all there...
 

Graeme1988

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Barely slept aw month... :sad: Oh, and in movie terms if last was A Shit Year. Then 2018 is the sequel: Another Shit Year. :kickingmyself:

Genuinely dinnae think ah've ever felt as miserable. ::(: And there ah wus thinking that my older sister finally getting a bit o' her ain would actually change things. Did it f*ck! :thumbdown:
 

Graeme1988

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Well, I'm screwed... Probably going to get my benefits cut because they'll just assume my anxiety and depression are "fake". :thumbdown: :kickingmyself:

But, hey, I've had that accusation levelled at me a lot over the years. Also, kinda hard to explain the reasons for it when my dysfunctional upbringing is the root cause. Oh, and y'know the physical disability. You try not being overly self-conscious of a disability from a young age when yer mother constantly reminded you of it on the walk to school.

"Walk properly, would ye! Heel down, c'mon!"

Ah mean, life is hardly easy when yer mother didnae exactly treat you the same way as yer siblings. Instilling fear and mistrust of other into ya during your formative years. Tell ya what ya can n' can't do. Both in general and in terms of yer own limitations.

What?! Was I supposed to turn out differently cuz of all that? Well, maybe if my father was around, and he wasn't an abusive arsehole, things might've been different for me.
 

Graeme1988

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Don’t think I can cope with life anymore... Just, just the constant expectations of how I should be, which I always fail to live up to. :sad: And I don’t see much point in asking for help or asking anything of anyone, since I’m always being let down —going by past experiences. That’s how it goes when yer ain’t family take advantage and emotional abuse ye!

Wish I was a better person in many ways, ah wish things could’ve been different. Ah wish, ultimately, that I didn’t turn out how I have. But only got myself to blame, really...
 

Graeme1988

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Am still prohibited — is that the fancy word I’m looking for here? — fae moving oot n’ getting a place of my own. :eek:mg: Which is... grand! Even though that would be better fur me. But whit dae ah matter anyway...?

Ah mean it’s no like am on the verge o’ smackin’ ma heid OMG the wall wae enough force to either kill me or pit me intae coma. No! Why would ah? It’s no like the last year has take a toll or hud any affect on me. Aside fae the change in sleeping arrangements n’ gan tae bed at 8 o’clock in the evening cuz that’s... normal, innit? :thumbdown:

And whit wae me being deef (deaf) as a bat, it’s no like ah actually hear the endless f*ckin’ doolally arguments day in day oot!
Fur f*ck sake!!
:kickingmyself: Oh, and sod the fact ah cannae even bring masel’ tae be any close to contentment or dare crack a smile cuz that would mean there’s summit wrang wae me! But apparently, in Scotland, if yer name’s Graham yer supposed to be dour as f*ck — or so my oldest sister keeps telling me. :idontknow:
 

Graeme1988

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:kickingmyself: What’s the best way of coping when ye live with a dysfunctional family? Seriously! I’d love to know...

Booze? Drugs? Moving to another country?

Ah cannae f*ckin’ believe whit happened yesterday... still trying tae make sense o’ it. :idontknow:
Ah thought things were starting to change fur the better, but naw, that rarely happens in ma life. :sad:
 

cappatown420

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I come in here from time to time to read your writings in my own weird terrible accent.

I don't think we can promote that stuff but I'm kind of against alcohol, but I use pot daily.

I also believe I read that you had CP before, and I know a lot of people use that to help with their symptoms.
 

Graeme1988

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Re: Och aye the n

I come in here from time to time to read your writings in my own weird terrible accent.

Cool! So, yer reading my ramblings in an American accent then? That said, I’m pretty I’ve got ye beat when it comes tae weird, terrible accents. What with my guff-talkin’ lowland Scottish Border accent. :giggle:

I don't think we can promote that stuff but I'm kind of against alcohol, but I use pot daily.

I also believe I read that you had CP before, and I know a lot of people use that to help with their symptoms.

Aye, I’ve got cerebral palsy. Though ah don’t think know if my mother would approve of the pot... y’know, what with there being a history of drug addiction in the family. Unless I ask her to get some and bake it into some chocolate brownies. :bigsmile:

Ah mean, it wus bad enough me buying ma own booze. Oh, we hud many an argument o’er that. :eek:mg:
 

Graeme1988

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Ah cannae f*ckin’ believe whit happened yesterday... still trying tae make sense o’ it.

Awrite! Might as well tell this story. And, no, sadly am no exaggerating for laughs, this genuinely happened.
Guess ah start with this question: Who tha f*ck starts an argument over and about a portion of fried f*ckin’ rice?! :eek:h:
Cuz that is exactly what happened yesterday evening, thanks to my older sister. :eek:mg:

So, my older sister gets invited round for her tea. We’re having some takeaway fae the local Chinese restaurant. Our mother phones in the order and goes to collect it, but only when she gets back home with it does she realise that the extra portion of fried rice hus’nae been included.

Oh, and while she’s away, I come downstairs to get a drink, unaware that Mum’s away and that I’m not the only yin in the house. Ah keek ma heid roon the living room door to see my older sister, totally distracted and staring at her phone. So, ah bugger off back to kitchen afore she has chance to acknowledge me, since that usually consists of ”Hiya” — but spoken like yer typical moody teenager.

Anyway, upon Mum arriving back with the takeaway, ah hear her saying:

”Aww, they’ve no gave me that forth portion of fried rice”
“Eh?!”, my older sister shrieks
“Oh, ah need tae go back doon...”
“Why?”
“There’s only 3 portions of fried rice, ah asked for 4”

That’s when it kicks off, ah just heard my older sister going:

“Mum! Whit ur ye daein?! Mum?!”
“Am gan back doon fur...”
“So, yer no dishing up...”
“Fine”
Mum?! Mum?! Mum?! Whit ye daein? Why’re ye being like that fur?! Eh?!”
“Well...”
“What!?”
“If you’re gonnae be like that wi’ me...”
“Be like what, Mum?! Whit d’ye mean?!”
“Speaking tae me like that! If ye just let me do what...”
“Speaking tae ye like whit, Mum?!”
“Yer always like this wi’ me!”
“No am no, Mum!”
“Ya are!”
Aw, f*ck off Mum!”


Had it been me who incited this row, I’m almost certain that I’d be clutching at my rib trying to stop the blood from a stab wound after saying those 3 words. Cuz my mother is just short enough in height compared to me for that part of my body to vulnerable to such an attack.​

But I digress. By the point of where my sister curses out our mother, I’m pissed off, swearing to myself, contemplating storming downstairs and have the follow-up confrontation to the yin my older sister and I had last summer. :kickingmyself:

Cuz the decent, normal response would be offering to go and collect it for Mum, wouldn’t it? A task clearly beyond my older sibling’s privileged status as the spoiled, middle child. Too afraid to lift a finger in case she breaks a nail, her. But, before ah could bolt doon the stair and go off on yin, my grumpy-faced mother brings the chicken curry I’d asked for when she phoned in the order to my room.

She just rolls her head, shakes her head, and goes: ”Dinnae ask...”; leaving my room door slightly ajar as makes me her way back downstairs to the living. I just hear utter silence coming from the living room, but I can imagine my older sis and our mother were eating their meals in that passive aggressive that ya do, when you’ve had a massive row with someone ye love. Ah know I was raging ate my curry, for sure.

Then, after my older sister went back to her place, I come back downstairs just before my mother goes to phone her brother (my uncle), and casually asked:

”Did you n’ eh... Wus that an argument o’er a portion of rice that ah overheard early?”
“Aye! Why? Ah dinnae ken”
“Fried rice? D’ye realise how f*ckin’ daft that...”
“Ah know! F*ck know how it started though. Ah just... don’t know. Apparently ah always say the wrong thing!”

And we left it at that, both of us equally as confused by it. :alone:
 

Graeme1988

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Ya don't half tell a good yarn Graeme!!! :lol:
That made my minute or so!. :)

Really?! :shyness: Thanks, I guess... but I hardly consider myself a raconteur by any stretch of the imagination.

Ah merely just sitting quiet and chaos seems to ensue within earshot of me. Fortunately for me, it’s so commonplace within the family household that I tend to hear the funny side. Usually as the argument happens.

It cannae exactly be helped that these true stories tends to sound more like summit outta of a sitcom when it comes to recounting them. It’s just... that’s how it is when yer family’s mental.

And those kinda arguments are just a wrong word or slightly sarcastic sounding vocal inflection away fae happening at any given moment, ah should I know. My monotonous voice started a few unintentionally arguments in the past, which is why ah tend to keep to myself.

Otherwise, as I found out last year, it stops being an argument when ah git involved, and turn into more of a therapy session, if I’m honest. Since I tend to be only yin being mature n’ sensible, and trying to resolve the conflict. Also, if nowt else, it beats huvin tae tune intae and listen BBC Radio 4’s comedy shows, or watch an episode of The Simpsons, if I want a good laugh. Naw! Ah just wait for my older sister to lose the plot over something mundane and trivial — cuz it’s comedy in its purest form. :giggle:
 
You tell it like it is, and is exactly how it happened (unless i'm mistaken).

Naw! Ah just wait for my older sister to lose the plot over something mundane and trivial — cuz it’s comedy in its purest form. :giggle:

I find the funniest humour is when you know the personalities of the characters/people involved. You know their nuances & idiosyncrasies.
 

Graeme1988

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You tell it like it is, and is exactly how it happened (unless i'm mistaken).

I find the funniest humour is when you know the personalities of the characters/people involved. You know their nuances & idiosyncrasies.

Oh, very much so! And even if I wanted to, I couldn’t exaggerate. What with these family arguments usually starting over something absurd anyway. Ah mean... fried f*ckin’ rice of all things. :eek:mg:

And I get added laughs by point out how predictable these arguments tend to be. Not, just in terms of why they occur, but I know exactly what my older sister will say. Almost word for word as well, too. Which -now that I think back - is probably why my rants about my older sister were met with big laughs from my mother and oldest sister? Cuz they knew what was coming if I came downstairs after shortly after our older sister has just left, and sat in the chair by the fireplace. This was when she was still married and living over in Ireland...

The first words outta my mouth usual were: ”Why is it every time she’s here...”

And that was it... a list of grievances and major characters flaws would be rung off. With the occasionally, well-timed use of the word “f*ck” thrown in for good measure. Almost like I was doing a parody of how my older sister argues, constantly asking why this, why that. But making valid points. Then, I’d end with a sarcastic remark, usually making reference to Beyoncé or some reality TV show that my older sister frequently watches.

“But, that’s how yer daughter turns oot when ya let them watch America’s Next Top Model and listen to Destiny’s Child”
 

Graeme1988

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Well... looks like it’s time tae just... f*ckin’ give up! :kickingmyself:

Apparently my mother is now using her age as a... manipulative tactic. There’s probably a better terminology for that, but ah cannae be bothered. :thinking: She just want everyone tae get along... well, that would be possible, if yin sibling wus’nae such a feckin’ twat-bag who loses the heid whenever summit goes wrong and she flee intae a rage. :eek:mg:

Am expect to be “friends” wi’ that...? Git tae fu... I’d rather inject heroin intae ma bawbag. And ah personally cannae be fukt with - at this point in my life - trying to establish summit even resembling friendship with the sibling who split my chin, when ah wus wee, by pushing me intae the TV unit.

Oh, but I’m supposedly an arsehole for spouting the whole treat people how you want to be treated pish. Cuz it’s been me who’s treated my mother like shite, bossing her around. Sorry! Didnae realise asking a simple f*ckin’ question noo amounts tae a form of disrespectful... Yay! Another reason for me tae sow ma f*ckin’ mooth shut. Might as well at this point... as everything I say usually gets a negative reaction anyway.

Never mind that the middle child is an ungrateful, inconsiderate cow who never feels she has to apologise for anything. Naw! There’s nae conseques for her swear at her mother. But me... ah git f*ckin’ stab for it! So much for equality, eh, ladies?!


Also, why should ah be forced to be friends with a sister who, for years, did nuthin’ but make smug, judgemental remarks about the things I like. Or am I just supposed to gloss over the fact that, every time she enter my bedroom to raid my DVD collection, I’d just be sitting quietly reading a book, and listening to some instrumental music. And she make a point of saying this to me:

”Ugh! Still listening tae that shite, are ye?”, said dismissively. As if to say, ”Ha! I’m better than you”.
I’d just go: ”Aye, how?” Which would get a bemused look and a response of “Eh!? Whit d’ye mean?”

Yet, she’d get defensive if I sarcastically criticised her constantly listening to Beyoncé or whatever happened to be popular or in Top 40 chart at that time. :idontknow:​
 
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