Brother Rant
... Do you guys ever genuinely want to kill your siblings?
I got an older brother by 4 years and he has his own flat in another town. I gotta go to his place every week for a night cause of college. That donkey is the biggest grump I have ever met and is in denial about his own misery, which led to him buying a motorcycle without even having taken a single driving lesson in his life and continues to spend money on parts to upgrade it.
He hardly ever cleans his place unless people come to inspect every half a year or so.
Now to why I'm mad.
I finished college lessons early since the professor for the last lesson was absent and he was already out. Like always, the place was a mess. I felt nice and decided to empty his vacuum and use it for a good five minutes so at least our socks wouldn't have to pick up piles of hair and food crumbs. I texted him that I did that and he asked me to empty the bathroom bin, fine. He doesn't even put plastic bags in the bin beforehand and I had to flip over the bin to empty it which got some shit stained tissues on my feet, I felt so disgusting.
He comes home, mumbles a hi and immediately starts bitching at me because he noticed that the corner of my blanket was touching the food a bit. I apologized for it but he was acting like I was a dirty pig about it! Then he finds a pair of clothes on the bed that he originally had on the floor, I put them there to vacuum, and asks why I put them on his bed since they were dirty and he had them on the floor for a reason. I reminded him why and he said that I should have put them on the couch. Where I sleep. So it's fine if his dirty clothes stay where I sleep but not on where he sleeps.
I can't even bring myself to say anything cause 1, it's his place, and 2, I feared standing up to him from a young age cause when I did it'd lead to a chase and then a hit or a kick.
I get I sound overdramatic here but this is just one of many incidents and it just makes me so silently upset that it drains me.
