So I'm that medium in my family the one everyone complains/rumors/gossips to about everyone else when I'm alone with any said person in my household.
Or anyone related to me for that matter. Picture this: I live in a barrio in Dallas, Texas (Bario? Mexican dominant neighborhood. Lot's of cartel stuff also.) and I live next door to some Trashy relatives and they always have traffic going in and out, druggies and people trying to sell stolen merchandise. So often I have to be on guard.
Things like this going on all the time is quite stressful, infact one of my guitars was stolen due to this traffic recently, but that's besides the point am I on topic? I don't really know.. Oh yeah well anyways I have a "safezone" It's my shed with my guitars amps (even a mattress!) Just a comfortable place for me to go and be alone.
But lately I've had a few relatives sticking around next door. (Relatives of the druggy resented sort. When I go outside I gotta sneak to my safezone because if they see me outside they will follow me. So instead they come follow me and when we're alone they start bitching and whining about all their personal problems. (Shut the <not allowed> up I don't want to hear it, I stay quiet and bottle my problems, I don't bitch and complain to anyone, learn to do so yourself.) Is what goes through my mind as they speak to me about these issues, that's just some of it.
I live with my 72 yr old uncle and he's always grumpy cause he's old. I sleep on a couch in the living room cause we don't have a lot of space and every morning when he gets up he turns the lights on, or is yelling at the dogs, so I get even worse sleep than the uncomfortableness I already endure..
Every night/ Morning my Grand Mother takes me to work, thus resulting in:Hearing her personal problems (that I could care less about) and having to suffer the windows being down as she smokes a cigarette.. It sucks when I get my hair all nice and tied up for work and bam ruined by the wind, and also having to feel nauseous of the cigarettes.
My younger uncle is also as irritating to be around, all he does is complain while playing guitar in the shed. Honestly if you're still reading this, this is why my old English teachers hated me I never flow with one topic. I guess I'm just venting cause there's so much I bitch about but my fingers hurt and I'm being interrupted constantly as I'm writing this, so uh that's another reason for the bouncing around. I wonder if I make sense to other people. Seems like something I'd put in my journal. O.o
Profanity edits and deblockified to make post readable.
