So, I wonder sometimes if anyone else has been in this situation. Living with a relative that has an "I'm right, you're wrong, fuck you" way of thinking. I understand that its my grampa, and that I should "respect my elders," but for me, respect is given until you give me a reason not to give it, and he passed that point a long time ago. He's told me multiple times that I should drop out of school cause it's a waste of time, and find "good, hard, honest work." -_-; I swear, I don't get his generation at all. I also dare him to try and find a job in this economy. He works as a clock repairman, self employed, and thinks I should use him as a role model. Fat fucking chance of that.
Another part of my rant is that he complains about things that clearly aren't apparent anymore. Case in point: I have an oil burner that I got for christmas, uses tealight candles as the heat source. Smells great, I love the spiced apple cider mom got me. However, I used this thing about a week ago, and only let it go til it was fully melted. This evening, he proceeds to yell at me (or more, raise his voice unnecessarily) that I'm stinking up his house. I mean, fuck, its a good scent, and he's never bitched about it before. It may be cause I woke him up from sleep tonight when I got home -and I'm usually quiet as a hover mouse in this house-. Needless to say, it was uncalled for to have him bite my head off over something that didn't warrant the reaction.
He also seems to have it in his head that if I'm not home that I must not want to live here anymore -though it is kinda true. I don't like coming home from school-. Pardon me for having a life, homework and friends, dude. Seriously... My aunts and mother are after him in my stead, since nothing I say gets to him, but once they start speaking, he's all ears. I'm not really the type to go about defending myself unless I'm being attacked, and even then I turn my back and ignore the situation; However, its coming to the point where I'm about to pack my stuff up and just prepare to move in with mom or dad again. I'm tired of this, I really, truly am. I wonder sometimes if it would be better to just leave my stuff at family's house and go live with nothing but my barest essentials with a friend...
Anywuff, to those of you who read this, thank you for your time and patience. I hope that my rant wasn't too painful to read. Blessed be, and sweetest wet dreams