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Blog #2
I hate families. In my experiences, there are more bad times than good, and the amount of rediculous unfairness that goes on is more than enough to make me want to exclude myself from all "community efforts." I feel as if I am targeted because I'm the left out kid with my step dad. My brothers are his real sons, and he's been a father-figure to my sister since she was 2. I'm sassy, but not a bad kid. And most of the time, my sassiness can be easily avoided; not by you doing what I want, but by being genuinely nice and/or friendly about suggesting any reasonable thing you want me to do. I am more than happy to take care of myself, clean up after myself (although my room is a bad example of this, I can when I want to, and if that was my only responsibility then I would probably do that...and still, I do when I get sick of it myself.) and be in complete control of myself (which I am, regardless of what the parental units may believe, but I get really tired of fighting for my individuality all the time.) This whole childhood thing is a waste of a person's life and I'm counting down the days until I'm free from it. In about 3 years, 39 months, 1,170 days, I will not have a dishwasher OR a dryer. If you doubt this, I am willing to sign a contract, or whatever will convince you that I am serious. Everyone will wash their own dishes unless they're feeling particularly generous and willingly decide to do others. And there will be a washing machine, but also a clothesline in which one would be expected to hang all their own clothes on, if they want dry clothes. (If my parents would allow me to set up a clothesline in my backyard, I would be thrilled to have this alternative, I hate waiting on the dryer or being forced to fold other people's clothes.) Maybe I'm a complete bitch for having this point of view, but I don't even feel like I have the mental energy to be alive, much less clean up after other people.
And as far as living in my house and having the "benefits", this is not my fault. (And benefits including internet connection, which I am awaiting the departure of any second now.) First of all, childbirth is definatly to blame; I didn't ask to be here, and actually I would prefer otherwise, as I say almost daily. Followed by society, which I blame for eveything. If the world would give teenagers more credit, we could take care of ourselves; not all of us are capable, but some. Me, I believe, included. I would rather live in a cave in the middle of nowhere with my fellow teeange companions, with my little clotheline, dishwasher and family free. (I am making it sound like I really hate my family, which I don't necessarily, I don't mind doing favors, I just don't like slave labor covered up with the claim that I have to contribute to this "community" I somehow was brought into. I will contribute for myself, if I cook, I'll clean up, if I dry laundry, I'll fold it, if I make a mess on the table, I'll wipe it up - which I always do because it drives me nuts. Stuff like that.) And if we are being forced to contribute, I think allowance is only fair.
Point is, I hate contributing to an organization that I'm not even willingly a part of.