My family, that is. Sure humanity's fucked up, but ... nothing compares to my family.
So, i'm not moving out now ... No, my mum's still a bitch, and i still wanna ... but ... I'm not moving in with dad. Never. "Why?" i hear you ask. Well ... its coz he's a bastard and tried to beat up my brother.
Okay, so my brother David and my dad hate eachother, but they live together. The fight was over chips ... sounds rediculous, eh? But, they fight over everything.
So, David rings me up, coz i was over at dad's hanging out with David for a bit earlier on. And i was there when he ate these chips that started this whole domestic dispute. So, he's asking me to verify that he didn't eat $5 worth of chips, that there was only a handful left. So, i was still talking on the phone to David when my dad tried to take the phone off of him. David told him to piss off and pushed him away. Dad whacks his hand on the fax machine, then goes "that's it ..." and hangs up the phone. I get concerned and mum and i went to drive around there. On our way, we see David running across the road in bare feet, crying. David doesn't cry often, so we were pretty freaked out. What happened was that dad was advancing on David, and so David being the oh-so-sensible person he is, tries to wrestle dad to the floor.
Well, after that, my dad wouldn't let him leave the fight. David tried to run away, but my dad grabbed him, dragged him by his leg and wrestled him to the floor, where he pulled David's hair, and "accidentally" kicked David in the head with his boots.
My dad goes on about how its self-defence ... but ... you don't know my dad. He pokes and prods you, grinds your knuckles together, and jabs his fingers into your shoulders; pushes you around -- and that's what he calls "doing nothing".
I stormed around there and yelled abuse at him ... I don't give a fuck if David started the god-damn fight or not, you never hit your own child. Never! I haven't spoken to him for a few days.
See, my family is fucked up ... Unfortunately I'm just as screwed up ... It's too late for me ... I'm lost to the world. But hell, i hope my little brother Joel turns out normal. He's only 10 and he has to deal with all our shit ... I try to protect him ... but ... truth is I'm probably tainting him more when i try to protect him from our crap ...
On another note, i played netball on Saturday -- and we lost. I'm over losing now ... But ... fuck, i've never done so much exercise in my entire life! I was Centre again, and running everywhere. I got like every second ball, and no i'm not bragging. But i got best player ... yay ... (sorry, not very enthusiastic today).
Anyhow, so that's how screwed up my family is. And then i wonder why i have intimacy issues. Heh ... I'm surprised i haven't lost my mind by now. Or perhaps i have and this is what insanity is like.
Oh, a question: If you chose to commit suicide by cutting your wrists, would you cut up your vein, up your arm, or cut across your wrist? My brother David and i were debating such a thing last night, and i swear its deadlier to cut up and along your vein. Correct me if i'm wrong and David's right.
Mmmm ... thinking of other shit to convince you of my family's insanity -- Oh, you're already convinced? Oh, okay. That was easy. And i haven't even gone into detail and all. Wow, that was easy work on my part.
Okay, okay. I get it. You want me to go. Fine, i will. No, really i don't mind. Rejection comes natural to me ...
