Some rude family conversations.

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These are some conversations with family I've found as rude lately.

Me: Where the Wild things comes out on DVD March 2nd!

sister: I already told you I didn't like the book and am not going to get the movie!

Me: Cool an Avatar shirt (for my nephew who's 2)

sister: (AKA his mom) EWWW That's ugly He's not wearing that!! !!

Me: oh (sadly IMO you don't mind the Star Wars,Spider-man etc.! !!)

Me: I know what I want for my Birthday!

Mom What? (in a rude soft tone)

Me: You know what I actually don't think I know what I want.

Mom: OMG you said you did which is it etc.!

(I said I didn't since she changed her tone I changed what I was going to say)


(I think my overall issue is my family hate my interest. I wish I had someone (outside of WP/AIM to talk to about them) I can be Hey I found a great sale YA AWESOME! (other person ya that's so great and he/she be as happy ecstatic as me!)

It is sad when we have nothing in common with our family.

In my case my parents were very *patient* with hearing about my obsessions/interests. But after awhile I learned that's all it was.. them being patient and not really interested. So oh well. Really not much you can do about it because even if you told them how it makes you feel, the best they can do is be *patient* with you which isn't the same as being empathetic and excited for you.

they always yell deny and scream and shout etceteraetcetera. when the word asperger is uttered...
they always say that i am completely normal, and i am just narrow minded, lazy stupid ...etceteraetcetera
so i do not talk to them, because everytime i don't act like a completely normal person without any disorders they lock me up and take the keyboard, and since i have build a greenhouse in my room they switch off the electricity so my little plants just fall out of the daily light schedule.
but to write a family conversation
lets bring up a recent one...
-do not tick that damn bubble foil, it f*cks me up.(i just have to tell you that she could barely hear from where she was,in another room in front of the tv)
-sorry i am just calmer when i do this
-instead of ticking that sh*t you would learn, you could become a normal man with a normal life, family and all, but you are as f*cked as your father and you will never become anything you lazy stupid worthless sh*t(rough translation of the gaudy-tawdry-round oaths the hungarian language has)
-oh darn if you had some time and you'd take some f*cking effort to get to know me, you would understand that i am not like other people, but you cannot realize this, and why? you simply cannot see the difference because you are blindfolded with the past and you cannot realise that i am not my father, i also possess your genes but looking at this fact i see that you are completely right.(shouting the completely entire monologue, just turning the voice down in the end. looking back i see that this was a bit weird.
-get the f*ck out into your room, give me your keyboard, and think of who you are, and where are your place
<Peter goes into his room, Peter puts the keyboard out of his room and peter sits down at his armchair>
(the next is the special warfare of my mother, which consist of breaking into the door instantly, shouting some rude sentence about my being then bangs the door, in about 3 minutes she repeats. in a hour doing this she goes down to tell it to my grandmother, she shouts and yells a little of half an hour, then everyone tells me how awful i am, then everyone goes to sleep)

if you think that they are just as mad as me, please consider the fact that they are medicated to the neck. they use their legal drugs in their legal ways.
oh one more simple funny fact. since they don't know anything about me, they think i am doing drugs, so they confiscate and consume everything which can be looked at as a strange thing, there were several problems of smoking a jiffy cube, drinking a droplet of petroleum etceteraetcetera. even once they drank my rooting hormone:P

i think this was long, but for once i poured out my heart, and sorry for the vulgarity of it, i had to be autenthic.

My mother and I used to never be able to talk about anything without it becoming an argument or just a lot of me talking and her nodding and pretending to listen. Ill admit I do ramble so i don't blame her for the latter. But the argument's used to be so annoying because i never fully understood what i said that was so wrong. when we would argue it was usually because i would question some new rule from my school or spoke of my lack religious belief's. My Mom is a very backward person she doesn't idea with change or difference very well and I cant stand being told what to believe. So when i would express my anti authority feeling's about how things should work and my mother would tell me that I was wrong i would get angry and tel her she couldn't tell me what to think. My Mom didn't know how to interpret me telling her that she can't do something as anything other than outright disrespect which she called "bein smart" as this is the colloquialism used to express being disrespectful in west NC. I got hit with the ol leather belt a lot for being "smart" with my mom a lot.