Discusting Family
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(quote) Refresh my memory please. Aren't you that guy who tried to comitee suicide ?[/quote]
I'm a girl and yes I attempted when I was a teen over ten years ago.
I'm a girl and yes I attempted when I was a teen over ten years ago.
"neightboor" "cuz" "discusting" "doddam" "i"
Oh my.
What about staying at a friend's house? So long as you don't stay in the same house for extended periods of time, help with finances and don't be a pig while you're there, you can support that life style. I'll make a guess that you have a job, so you have a way to finance this alternative way of life.
Oh my.
What about staying at a friend's house? So long as you don't stay in the same house for extended periods of time, help with finances and don't be a pig while you're there, you can support that life style. I'll make a guess that you have a job, so you have a way to finance this alternative way of life.
Oh. Sorry. When joining an online discussion i consider age/sex/nationality less important than avatar or nickname and usually don't pay much attention to such details... And that's where my question came from - i was sure i saw this avatar somewhere.cerealnmuffin said:
I'm going to treat this post as a story. The conclusions drawn are not reliable; they are merely ones that I would see were this from the point of view of a character in a story. There's literature afoot.TitanAtlas said:
This is one side of the story. And it's an interestingly told story at that. There are multiple grammar and spelling mistakes, so I'm wondering if English is the character's first language. Additionally, I wonder where this is taking place. Since The Escapist doesn't cater solely to a United States audience, I can't rule out the fact that he is not a native in an English speaking country (please no jokes about how America isn't an English speaking country, thank you). I don't particularly know the sentiments of European nations, but from an American perspective, I'd say that your story is missing many, many key details, and it makes me question the trustworthiness of the narrator.
In literature, there is such a thing as just that: an untrustworthy narrator; a character who tells it as he/she sees it rather than how it really is. The character claim to be calm yet punches a door and breaks said door (and possibly his wrist). That's not a calm at all times act. That's a rather violent one.
The character's father is only mentioned briefly and comes off sounding more like a caricature than a real person. I don't trust how the narrator painted him. No one is that one sided. Of course, presenting a two sided view of any family can be difficult, and you aren't writing a novel, just representing life through this character's point of view.
However, there is no mention of work in your story. There is no mention of goals. There is no mention of dreams. Other than to be alone. But that pursuit has no practical steps behind it. This character would be a very hard sell in terms of a protagonist. He seems to have no goals, his education seems to be subpar (no college, dropped out of high school perhaps), and seems to have possible instability or undiagnosed mental disorders. Has the character even applied for jobs? I get the feeling he says he's calm, but that's hiding a deep anger or guilt. Possibly frustration. Probably trying to prove himself; trying to prove he's not inadequate is his life's goal. Yes, he says he'd like to be alone, but this is actually just a great desire to avoid pain. Humans, after all, will do far more to avoid pain than they will to seek pleasure.
This character does have some interesting points to him though. In fact, I find I can relate to him a bit. The desire to be alone, to get away from family is a desire I have felt before, but not to the extreme that he does. I also find it interesting that there is a lot of the story left untold essentially. There are a lot of emotions left out. We get the sense (as readers) that the character is depressed, angry, and possibly desperate, but the character himself is unwilling to admit anything of the sort. Instead (Possibly in spite of in fact), he continues to say that he is calm. As though nothing bothers him. But it does. And we see that when a possible truth (though it still could be hyperbole) comes out that he may have broken a door and/or his wrist in a fit of rage. Also, the idea that the character just "wants to be left alone" to me implies that he feels guilty or inadequate (which makes sense given how much his father berates him). I get the sense that this character very rarely looks people in the eye and lacks confidence, feels antsy, wants to leave, doesn't particularly care where "there" is, but wants to get to it. However, he lacks the drive to do so. For now.
Thing is, stories have endings. All things will get told with time. Truth will one day be discovered. So what is the end to this character's story? Does he move out? Does he continue to endure like a honey badger and insist that this is his lot in life to have a crappy family and no way out? Or does he change? Will he turn the page, start anew, flex his fist and strike out into the new, the unknown? There will be obstacles, but when are there not? The truth is that this life only opens to those who've got the willingness to take what they can despite what they think is otherwise planned. This doesn't mean losing your soul or sacrificing your calm, because if one does that then he won't last long. But it does mean taking the chance. This story isn't over.
You're the writer for your character. How does the rest of his story go?
Since you said you can't move, are you living with them? Otherwise just find elsewhere to stay during Christmas.
Honestly there should be a phoneline to call to do deal with this type of thing and your family need counseling (don't ask me how to get them to come with you or take part in it).
Honestly there should be a phoneline to call to do deal with this type of thing and your family need counseling (don't ask me how to get them to come with you or take part in it).
I live in Portugal, a European country that's suffering through a somewhat economical crisis.AquaAscension said:
Have been trying to get money and a job to get out from home, but that at the moment isn't possible.
The Rage part, is a normal action for someone that has put with so much crap over the years. Every single day of my life, i never picked fights, i always tried to help others, and remained calm and quiet, has everyone yells and picks a argument with me. So punching a door, even if a little agressive, is basicly a person getting so angry and keeping the anger over the years that it's a "exploding moment".
The reason i prefer to be alone is because in high school i remain every single day of my life with a label and alone... so beeing alone for me is not a problem. And considering that everyone just keeps starting retarded arguments and useless fights with me, that my goal acctually became to be alone... in peace.
My family never says anything to one another and i have to remain with these 2. Ive acctually sitted watching television has my loving mother kept yelling right in my year. And i remained calm... i kept that anger to myself.
I don't have many friends, just a couple good ones, but not even with them i share my problem... i just shut up and deal with it over the years, never talking to anyone about it. That's how i grew up, no one ever cared about me. I never stealed from anyone, i never lie, and i always try to remain has honest and honorfull has i can be. And still crap like this finds it's way to catch me and antagonize me.
This is the first time i spoke of my problem mostly because i can remain anonymous. Because i don't want to be considered weak by the people that know me.
And look at me. I live in a country with economic problems, in wich i can't even get a job at McDonald's, living with a depressive-agressive family, with the only goal of self peace and quiet. What do you want me to say? I hate it. I hate everything, i try to do the most i can around the house, since washing dishes to cleaning the goddam floor, and still go every single goddam week looking for a job, just to get the good old "So yeah we will call you back", and never get a call. I just want to disapear. I always wondered myself roaming the goddam earth looking for the place I BELONG. I ALWAYS cared about everyone else and theyr problems, and never took care of myself and im SICK OF IT. No one ever gave a crap about me so why shouldn't i? What did i do to deserve this kind of personnal hell every single day of my life.
When i was a kid my father would play football with me. It always ended with me on the wall and him kicking the ball so hard against me and yelling "MAN UP". And i was a frikking kid. Every single day of my life my own mother yelled of how i was going to end has a hobbo dying under a bridge, i that talk started ever since i even started pre-school (1-4 grade, don't know how you say it in english).
That's why i started this thread. Not to ***** out or anything but for releasing the anger i feel. I don't deserve this i never did. And i'm just tired man.... really tired, i don't want to fight against anyone and even though they are like this to me, they are still my own blood so i would never hit them back. Not them or anyone else.
I basicly always lived in my own world, always with a goddam smile on the face when in reality i just want everything to end.
So consider it what you want, real of fake, just take in mind that somepeople just have horrible families... I know it's not the worst thing in the world, considering there re people that don't even have food to eat, and at least i have a roof for the moment. But i'm tired... I don't want to live like this anymore. I'll keep to find a job, and save money to get really far away from them, and it's with that conscience that my goal is based on. Be far away, in peace. These comments i made were just to ease my anger, and like i saied, a way of speaking, while remaining anonymous. Possibly to be heard and hear something positive for a change.
So thanks for hearing me at least...
If someone yelled with you over and over again, constantly day and night over stupid things, and even if you were the calmest person on the face of the earth, wouldn't you reach a limit? Get angry for once in your life? Everyone has a limit, it doesn't matter how calm they are.Phasmal said:
You could join the army? Boot camp would get you away from your family plus your dad would probably like it.
20? Dude, I know in this day and age it's difficult but move out. Its not as hard as you think it is. Write yourself up a budget that includes food, gas, savings etc based on a full time job you can get and find a place you can afford.
Bam. You're moved out!
Bam. You're moved out!
The reason you should care about yourself is that no one else does, as you say. I didn't say that I doubted your story. My feeling is that it's left a lot of things unsaid. A lot of things your character desperately wants to say, but can't. This is not abnormal. Everyone feels like this at some point or another. It is natural, it is human; this is why I related to your story. I have felt like this before too. It gets better not only with time. This is a mistake that most people make. But don't take my word for it. Read Martin Luther King Jr.'s "Letter from Birmingham Jail" but you'll only hear him repeat what I'm about to say here: The only way for things to get better is if we put effort into them. Granted, you don't seem to have much of a support network. This needs to change. Open up to your friends. Crying alone is sad. Crying in front of others is strength. You, with your tears, are sending a crystal clear message that you aren't afraid and that you trust those other people enough to seek their assistance. As a different great poet has said, "Water rends cracks in granite and rusts steel down to nothingness; your tears are stronger than muscle; it's a fact." However, crying isn't the only thing you should do. Get out of that house. Whatever you like doing, go do that. Find people who know of job openings. Do something. You've vented; the pressure is less; the iron is hot; the time to strike, to reforge your life; that time to strike is now. Or... as I wrote in a poem way, way long ago: "The time is right to reignite your life; let the spark catch; let the fire spread; fan the flames with each and every breath*..."TitanAtlas said:
(*Note: this is metaphorical. Don't go starting any literal fires.)
