Hate it when that happens. Did you recently finish a really good book, movie or other media?
Unrelated: I am no expert on mental health and I couldn't really say what good solutions to depression might be, but I can tell you one thing that doesn't help: trapping the subject into a sudden, vigorous lecture about how they need to start doing something fulfilling with their life and find a purpose since the clock is ticking and time is money and they're helpless in the face of the passage of time, staring down the barrel of a wasted youth, old age and eternity.
...Yes, really. That's pretty much a short, paraphrased summary of the entirely-unasked for "advice" I was just subjected to by my dad's partner (with him occasionally chiming in or interjecting as well, though I assume the whole scene was her idea). No wonder I always feel fucking on edge in this place. The idea was just to stay here for a while, having brought my belongings up from my former sharehouse down south, but no of course I can't use this time to relax I have to be talked at incessantly whilst I sit there staring into the middle distance or at a faucet across the room, inwardly seething, thinking of a hundred different snarky retorts or other responses that might actually communicate my intense loathing of the situation and the kind of thick head that comes out with these things, but no, instead I just sit there and wait for the deluge of stupid drivel to end so that I might make the appropriate noises to gradually excuse myself.
Argh. If there's one thing I never do, it is learn from my mistakes. Both of my parents become utterly unbearable in their own ways if I spend too much time with them. No matter how nice a stay/visit seems like it might be, it's never actually going to end well.
I only wish I could voice my displeasure towards my father as easily as I can towards my mother. There's a definite imbalance there.
Not sure if it's because I spent significantly less time with him growing up, because actually speaking my mind to him would be like kicking a retarded puppy for jumping on you, or simply a physical intimidation/cowardice angle.
Or, then again, it could simply be because he was kind enough to drive me and my possessions two days north from where I was living and I feel obliged to put up with a bit of bullshit in return.
As grateful as I am, though, that goodwill wears thin rather quickly when he and his vile doxy see fit to behave like this towards me, when I'm a captive audience in their middle-of-nowhere little hovel.
Fuck. Maybe I should have just moved in with my friend back in Melbourne. If all my boxes of junk didn't fit in the room I was offered I could have just left them out on the street, losing half my stuff would likely have been preferable to this kind of nonsense.
It's ridiculous that I should have to go through this sort of hardship just to find a place to live when I don't even want to live in the first bloody place.
/rant
Sorry about that. Not exactly a "mild" anything, but this mess is separate from my regular Sads and we don't have a big Upset thread. *shrug*
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