Pretty pissed off tae be honest.
My sister callled me a "selfish effin' prick" the other day. I didn't respond though, just remained passive as per usual. It's better not to show any emotion on ma part. Not that it's bothers me anymore. I mean, I've called myself worse things. But then, I'm past caring about ma older siblings, really. I just tolerate them at best. Since that all I can do! Of course, got tae keep 'em happy because that's ma job, innit?! Keep the bints happy, while am miserable as f**k! Ha! After me gettin' everybody the effin' Christmas presents they actually wanted and askin' for f**k all in return! Ya ungrateful bunch o' c*%ts!
Selfish, me? How?! Because I don't talk tae ma siblings - or ma family - much? Because every Christmas Day fur the last 7 or so years - despite my misgivings - I've forced myself doon thae bloody stairs, ate ma dinner at table wi' the family, said next tae sweet f**k all (except the odd, borderline incoherent, mumbled response), then f**ked off back tae ma bedroom. Now, I know this might come as a shockin' revelation here but... Ah don't talk much anyway! Sorry! I know that's "wrong" fur some effin' reason! And even when I do open ma gob tae speak, naebody seems tae take any notice or interest. Or they usually laugh. Aye, because everything I say is just a joke (even when am being serious). Ma life is just a never-ending stand-up comedy routine with the setups removed (coupled with the movie Groundhog Day)
But then ma older sister always seem to want to humilate me. Or do jokes at ma expense to make me angry, because provoking me tae the where am f*%kin' raging is so funny. Especially jokes about ma appearance - those are a right laugh when yer deeply insecure and self-conscious about yer apperance. The best ones always start with: You look like a... insert post-9/11 Middle-Eastern stereotype here... with that beard! Oh, that's brilliant so it is! Ha-bloody-ha! Huv'nae heard that yin, repeatedly, fur the last 11 years! Great use o' political satire there ya racist fanny! It's always funny until someone gets hurt - then it's hysterical. :ironicsmile: I know what yer thinkin'... Oh that's awful, Graeme. Ye shouldnae joke about stuff like that! :no:
(Why are you reading the stuff I put in brackets, anyway? It's not even relevant, just time wasting) :sarcastic:
Anyway, ma twisted, sarcastic, deadpan sense of humour aside for a moment. And gettin' back tae ma original point of this rant...
Maybe I did take ma cousin's advice to literally, when I was 14 (ie. "Keep yerself tae yerself, that way ye stay outta trouble") - but then tae me, I just thought o' that as being sensable, ye know? Ye cannae start argument without opening yer mouth first. But, what dae they expect fae me? Eh?! We've little, if anything, in common anymore - apart fae a effin' biological link tae our mother! I mean, what dae they want me tae say? Obviously what they want tae hear, clearly. Since me being honest wi' them about what I really think would be the verbal equivalent of being punched in the face - which gives you an idea o' how brutally honest I tended tae be.
Dae ye see why I rarely, noo? Awright enough o' me havering on! That's me, I'm done! Rant over and done with! And, if ye can be arsed tae actually read this rambling, scatterbrained rant written part in Scottish dialect, then I've just wasted yer time - I say that only half jokingly.