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I'm halfway through season 4 where everyone tries to raise Silas and omg Elena is becoming more irritating by the episode like oh my goodness it's not all about you babydoll!!!
AND I'm starting to like Klaus instead of completely hating him...he's like...soft
Source: Space Pirate Mito [1999]
Honestly, Isobel’s face in reaction to Kyle telling her that he won’t let her violate his mom’s mind is irritating the hell out of me. She fricking knows what it is like to be violated, and yet when it comes to other people, she is STILL so flippant like grow up, Isobel, and understand that what you are doing to other people’s mind for your own gain, whatever your reasons maybe is WRONG. Maybe Liz was okay with her dad’s mind being violated but Kyle is not with you doing the same to his mom, so RESPECT it for god’s sake. This really just goes back to how they covered up Rosa’s death. The aliens will do anything to protect themselves and it’s just sick.
Rant
Okay, if there is a restroom with a locking stall InSiDe a small room with a sink...
Do not Lock thE dOoR!
Fucking inconvenient fucknut twatbox.
You have a stall that locks, don't hog the WC.
I nEEd tO wAsh mY hAnds! (Not that you care in your selfish little world, where there are no greazy mouses at the library computers, and sticky as fuck keyboards.)
Sharon kills a man (a bastard, but a human being anyway) for the first time in her life.
Rusty appears at the Murder Room (or does he live there??) showing not even the slightest interest for his mother.
Provenza reminds him that Sharon is in need of support and asks him to be a source of strength for her.
Rusty adds more worry to her by showing fear about Dr. Joe and almost crying in front of her.
He shows much more interest about Buzz’s case. Could it be because he wants that story for his supervlog?
What a sweetie he is... He should be given a medal for being the best son of the year...
Luckily, Sharon has other people to give her support, like Andy and her entire squad.
A 23 Year Old Girl Having a Teenage Fit (The Full Story)
Context Our whole lives, our parents never made us work. They wanted us to have the luxury of going to school without worrying about money, and wanted us to enjoy the school experience. As a family unit, we all contribute. Or at least, we should all contribute something. My father supported his family on one income for most of our lives, our mother took on a job before our baby sister was born, and when my mother wasn’t working, she took care of the entire household. When we were old enough, we began doing household chores. It’s the least we could do to take on responsibility and contribute. Everyone contributes their love and care into the family, and one of the responsibilities we could take care of, was household chores.
The Pig was always lazy. She never did the household chores unless instructed to, and grumbled every time she was told to do so. When we were teenagers, I tried to tell her that it was her responsibility to at least clean her own room, and share the household chores with me. I didn’t want my mother to do everything in the house (cooking, cleaning, caring), I wanted to take some of the workload, and The Pig should to. She only grumbled every time I told her it was time to clean up the house, or reminded her we should do it for our mother. She could not even clean up her own room, to the point where if I didn’t do it for her, our mother would. Yes, our mother is an enabler, but she loves and cares for us and I don’t blame her. I blame the lazy child who cannot do anything for herself.
Vancouver When we moved to Vancouver, both our parents had to get up early in the morning, to prepare food for catering gigs. I would get up after they did, wake The Pig up, and tell her that we need to clean it up before they got home. My dad was recently laid off, so my parents worked hard to support the family. I thought the least we could do, just as I’ve always done, was give them a clean home to come home to. I explained that mom and dad get up early every day and come home late tired, and that I just wanted to ease their workload. She, as always, would grumble or complain about how I always told her what to do, how I’m always the bad guy, how I’m somehow “yelling” or speaking harshly to her. After we cleaned up the mess left from the catering, I would always go through the list of household chores, since The Pig never took the initiative to do them, she never seemed to know what to do, and sometimes, she’d do a really sloppy job. I told her how to organize our parents room, as in their hurry they leave a mess. I told her how we needed to do laundry together (laundry for 7 people is a lot to go through, especially when your clothes get dirty often), because if we don’t mom will do all of it by herself. I told her how to put everything away so it would be neat, fit in our smaller living space, and be easy for our parents to find. As always, she would silently complain. She might not have had the guts to say it to my face, but I know she was complaining.
Moving Back When we moved back to Ontario, she would complain about my very presence. I couldn’t even say hello without her crying to mommy about how mean I am and how I’m always yelling and telling her what to do. At this point, The Pig got fat, and even more lazy. We couldn’t suggest going swimming together without her crying about how we are all calling her fat and ugly. I couldn’t even stay in my own room without her creating a makeshift barricade and complain about living with me. She contributed nothing to the household, would spend all her hours at home goofing off on the computer, or at school goofing off with her boyfriend. She made me feel like I don’t have a right to live here, when she has no right to complain. I couldn’t talk, move, or exist without it upsetting her. Our parents were busy working and needed help with Michelle, but The Pig would not even go to school 30 minutes later, to help pick up Michelle from school. When our parents were looking for work, I suggested that we share a bus pass to save money and she flat out refused. I suspect it’s because she goes to see her boyfriend in Aurora, but as always, she hides and lies. We have internet because Michelle, our sister with autism, enjoys going on the computer. Whenever we’d go over the bandwidth, I’d suggest perhaps cutting back a few hours of gaming, to which she responded passive aggressively that she doesn’t even play “that much” and that going on facebook all day is somehow eating up more bandwidth, trying to imply that I should cut back (for the record, I wasn’t on facebook all day refreshing the page like she was implying). I wasn’t accusing her of going online too much, I said we needed to cut back. She just simply didn’t get that, and only focused on how the few hours a day she goes online, actually does add up. She didn’t contribute anything in the household and had a horrible attitude that I wasn’t going to put up with.
Moved Out When we were presented with the option of “moving out,” our uncle offered us a space to live at his place, because we were 6 members in a 2 bedroom condo. I joked and told my mother maybe I should leave. She didn’t want me to leave because I was the only contributing daughter (Vivi was too young, and Michelle has autism), and so The Pig left. Which was great. I no longer had a selfish, lazy, ungrateful sponge living with us, and there was so much more room in our bedroom. Her behaviour only got worse, as my mother as busy as she was, had to prepare all of her meals for her and deliver it for her. The Pig, who although passed by our home every day from school, could not be bothered to pick up her own meals, or even give a list of what she wanted to eat. Instead, my mother would stress about what to feed her, and if she didn’t like it, she wouldn’t eat it and it would go to waste. She later told everyone that it’s my mom’s fault that she didn’t know how to cook, because mom was always cooking for her. She didn’t contribute in my uncle’s house either. If they needed her to babysit for an hour or two, she was never available. I know that she is, she just chooses to go to school several hours early so she can goof off with her boyfriend or friends. No matter where she is, she is selfish, ungrateful, and lazy. I told mom to stop worrying and taking care of her, because she doesn’t appreciate it. If mom stopped, The Pig would complain about how nobody cares about her.
Her First “Job” Auntie provided a job for both of us. We made a lot of money in tips on top of salary. Auntie trained us and gave us a place to work one summer. That’s when The Pig’s selfish nature became more apparent to our parents. She started telling everyone that my dad wouldn’t let her work, which is a lie because even though dad wanted us to go to school without worrying about work, I still got a job. I got 3. She was just blaming everyone else for her incompetence. She thought that our parents were controlling, when really she does whatever she wants anyways. The way I see it, if you LIVE OFF someone else, you RESPECT their rules. But she’s obviously about as mature as a 12 year old girl so she didn’t understand that. Any expenses that came up, I sent my family money, no questions asked, but she wanted to keep her money. She wanted to spoil her unemployed incompetent abusive boyfriend and buy him nice things, instead of contributing anything to the family that bought her food, clothes, rent, school supplies, laptops, video games, art supplies, everything she ever owned because she was unemployed etc. She told everyone that her family was going to take all her money and nobody understood how much my parents gave to her. Any other family would’ve formally made it a loan, but my family is built on love and trust. We didn’t say “everything from when you were 18 until now is your responsibility” they just took care of her and loved her and provided for her. Like they did for me. I have no qualms about supporting my family, but The Pig does because she’s an ungrateful person.
Coming Home When she came back from North Carolina, she told my mom that she was a weak person for believing in God, and after getting my mom to pay for her driving lessons, and setting up mom’s bank account behind her back so that mom’s funds would pay her OSAP, and squeezing everything else she could possibly take from us, she told everyone that her family doesn’t love her and that they all love me more and she’s gonna run away with her boyfriend.The Pig is very delusional, selfish, ungrateful, and manipulative. I can’t believe that people fall for her bullshit.
Final Thoughts (but it’s never really the end) Whenever she was bullied, I stood up for her. Whenever she was lonely, I invited her out so she could have friends. If she didn’t have friends, then I’d leave the group so she could be herself. When she didn’t know how to do something, I did it for her. When she wanted to go to prom, I got her a date with someone she really liked, and encouraged her to have fun, even though she’d be going on my birthday. When she didn’t have enough money to go to school, because she didn’t even know how to apply for school or OSAP, I gave her the money for her tuition. If she was a responsible contributing member of the family, I wouldn’t care if she never paid me back. But not a thank you sis, not a hint of gratitude, not a show of care towards ANYONE in her family, at all. Instead she decides to run off without paying me back, steal money from our parents, and take her pitiful earnings to her verbally abusive loser boyfriend. The worst part is, she’s slandered ALL of us to everyone and all I want is for everyone to know that she is a horrible horrible person. Which apparently is impossible because she’s so manipulative and pitiful that everyone thinks I’m the bad guy! Well. That’s the life of a strong pretty girl I guess, everyone just loves to villainize you.
On Kylo Ren and Real Life Villiany
I loved the new Star Wars movie, and one of the things I loved about the movie was the personalities and relationships of the characters in it. There were so many new and old characters to love and even better, everyone felt real. The character motivations and reactions were consistent to the character and understandable.
Even Kylo Ren.
Its a bit odd that the first post I write would be about him. He certainly isn’t the character I focused on while watching the movie: I came out gushing over Rey and Finn and Poe and the warm feelings of familiarity Han Solo and Leia gave me. But the more I thought about how FAMILIAR Han Solo and Leia felt, how I’d seen that same sadness in parents I new whose children had gone astray, the more I started to see who Kylo Ren was.
Kylo Ren didn’t turn because he was neglected or because his mom sent him to train to early, whatever Leia might think. Parents often blame themselves: “oh i should have spent more time with him, Oh if I had said the right thing here". While I’m sure both Leia and Han where very busy parents, the scene at between Han and Kylo Ren show that that wasn’t the issue. There was no anger. Kylo didn’t throw accusations, blame his parents for not loving him enough or whatever. In fact, Kylo Ren clearly still cared about his father. Maybe there was some magical moment they could have said the exact right thing, but no parent knows exactly what to say at exactly the right moment. Parents just do the best they can.
Instead Kylo Ren is that Dumb Kid. The one who grows up with loving and very successful parents. His mom is a well respected Judge or Mayor and his Dad is well liked and he goes to the same school they did and everyone expects him to be smart like his mom or charismatic like his dad. But he’s not. He’s not terrible at school but he gets B minuses and doesn’t really stand out at all and no one really notices him except maybe to note that he’s not like his parents.
And resentment simmers. Maybe he feels guilty for it, but it does. And his parents love him and make sure he always knows it and make time for him, but they don’t understand. Then one day he meets this guy, a bit older really cool. And the guy sees something in him. Says he’s got potential. Invites Kylo Ren to hang out with his friends. And everyone in the group seems to admire him and for the first time he feels like Someone Important.
There’s a twinge of doubt when he discovers that his new friends are Skinheads.
But it feels so good to have everyone respect. To have people move out if his way in the streets when he’s with his new friends. To feel like someone with power. And so he stays
And slowly but surely starts to buy into the rhetoric.
That’s who Kylo Ren is. That stupid, insecure kid with good but overshadowing parents who hangs out with the wrong people and spirals waaaay out of control
