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One of these days, someone is going to have to explain to me why it is that the people in my family and many of my family's friends would rather get their information from the drama queens (mom/brother) with their own personal agendas (which the drama queens lack the insight to fully recognize themselves), or someone who doesn't know much but is chatty and traditionally female and sociable (sister - who at least respects privacy), instead of someone rational who might actually know what the hell is going on?
Also, apparently if I am not gossiping away on facebook, I literally do not exist. They're all over my sister, and doubtless whatever fantasy my mother has out there, and my crazy bro brother, but not one fucking attempt to reach out to me. And they have my cell, and email, and even could message me through facebook which would hit my email. Not a damn thing. And I am unequivocally the closest person to my father, so I find this erasure unequivocally insulting. Not to mention my primary role in taking care of him, although since I don't vlog my life on instagram, twitter, and facebook, apparently it doesn't count and I don't exist.
I refuse to be a performing circus monkey as a requisite for people to extend minimal thoughtfulness, courtesy, and compassion. Or, you know, just remember I exist. I should not have to have no respect for my privacy nor my father's and plaster every intimate detail about everything on facebook like I'm shouting in the literal public square. I should not fucking have to tell people to treat me like a person. They don't have to just give me respect, either. I've fucking earned it.
Yes, this hurts, and I do not need it on top of the other stress some of you know more about, but I think I've mentioned my dad is ill. Apparently, everybody else needs support but I do not. However, as noted, I'd have to exist to need support.
And this is why my friends are the closest thing I will ever have to a real family. I think if I did not have y'all, this would get very bleak, indeed.
One of these days, someone is going to have to explain to me why it is that the people in my family and many of my family's friends would rather get their information from the drama queens (mom/brother) with their own personal agendas (which the drama queens lack the insight to fully recognize themselves), or someone who doesn't know much but is chatty and traditionally female and sociable (sister - who at least respects privacy), instead of someone rational who might actually know what the hell is going on?
Also, apparently if I am not gossiping away on facebook, I literally do not exist. They're all over my sister, and doubtless whatever fantasy my mother has out there, and my crazy bro brother, but not one fucking attempt to reach out to me. And they have my cell, and email, and even could message me through facebook which would hit my email. Not a damn thing. And I am unequivocally the closest person to my father, so I find this erasure unequivocally insulting. Not to mention my primary role in taking care of him, although since I don't vlog my life on instagram, twitter, and facebook, apparently it doesn't count and I don't exist.
I refuse to be a performing circus monkey as a requisite for people to extend minimal thoughtfulness, courtesy, and compassion. Or, you know, just remember I exist. I should not have to have no respect for my privacy nor my father's and plaster every intimate detail about everything on facebook like I'm shouting in the literal public square. I should not fucking have to tell people to treat me like a person. They don't have to just give me respect, either. I've fucking earned it.
Yes, this hurts, and I do not need it on top of the other stress some of you know more about, but I think I've mentioned my dad is ill. Apparently, everybody else needs support but I do not. However, as noted, I'd have to exist to need support.
And this is why my friends are the closest thing I will ever have to a real family. I think if I did not have y'all, this would get very bleak, indeed.
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