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OCD manifesting?
May. 18th, 2008 11:06 pmOh my gods, I'm having a Who Moved My Cheese moment...
Well, no, I'm not, I'm having a "my sister moved my stuff in the bathroom cabinet without asking and if I even leave a bottle on the counter I get it pointedly stuffed into the cabinet somewhere I have to look for three minutes to find" moment.
...why why why why why the everloving fuck does it bother me? She just takes without asking, and I should be used to it, shouldn't I? I totally should. Except I'm not, and it makes me mad.
And I had an interesting day anyway, what with it starting with me throwing up at seven o'clock this morning. Ick. Then I had that nasty almost-gonna-throw-up feeling in my stomach the rest of the day, and it finally starts to wear off and I go to shower and I find out that my sister has moved the few objects I have in the fucking cabinets and why the hemmorhaging fuck does this bother me this much?
Well, I know why it bothers me. It bothers me because if I even touch any of her stuff she gets all pissy, and gods help me if I forget to lower the lid on the toilet (she even taped a sign on it after the passive-aggressive heavy sighs and very loud slamming of the toilet lid didn't get me to mend my ways).
I should not have to live in fear in my own house, damn it.
Yet saying anything would make it even worse, and then mom and dad would get into it, dad taking her side because they think mom and I gang up on her.
*deep breath in and out*
Okay, fuck it. I'm not going to let it bother me. Water off a duck's back, damn it.
Of course, this is why I got a different LJ when my sister got one and threatened my territory, so I could bitch about her in peace... Pot. Kettle. Black.
What the fuck ever.
Well, no, I'm not, I'm having a "my sister moved my stuff in the bathroom cabinet without asking and if I even leave a bottle on the counter I get it pointedly stuffed into the cabinet somewhere I have to look for three minutes to find" moment.
...why why why why why the everloving fuck does it bother me? She just takes without asking, and I should be used to it, shouldn't I? I totally should. Except I'm not, and it makes me mad.
And I had an interesting day anyway, what with it starting with me throwing up at seven o'clock this morning. Ick. Then I had that nasty almost-gonna-throw-up feeling in my stomach the rest of the day, and it finally starts to wear off and I go to shower and I find out that my sister has moved the few objects I have in the fucking cabinets and why the hemmorhaging fuck does this bother me this much?
Well, I know why it bothers me. It bothers me because if I even touch any of her stuff she gets all pissy, and gods help me if I forget to lower the lid on the toilet (she even taped a sign on it after the passive-aggressive heavy sighs and very loud slamming of the toilet lid didn't get me to mend my ways).
I should not have to live in fear in my own house, damn it.
Yet saying anything would make it even worse, and then mom and dad would get into it, dad taking her side because they think mom and I gang up on her.
*deep breath in and out*
Okay, fuck it. I'm not going to let it bother me. Water off a duck's back, damn it.
Of course, this is why I got a different LJ when my sister got one and threatened my territory, so I could bitch about her in peace... Pot. Kettle. Black.
What the fuck ever.
