Mom, I do every job that you ask me to. I have never once asked anything in return, and I haven't complained about work for a large number of years. However, because I do not do the jobs I didn't know needed to be done, and you never told me to do... because I don't READ YOUR MIND, you call me lazy and constantly tell me that all I ever do is complain.
Oh, yeah. And because in my free time, I play video games and/or talk to people on the computer wo actually listen to what I say, you complain that I need to do something besides use the computer. What the fuck else do you want me to do? Have an intelligent conversation with my brother? Yeah, that's funny. Ride my bike? I have a 200 foot road that I can ride back and forth on. You have never allowed me to bike anywhere else. It got a little old. Also, I can see the whole area from the porch. Swim in the pool? Pool's broken. You broke it. Read something? That makes up 99 percent of what I do on the computer. I read books at night so my cock of a brother won't harass me for it. Draw something? I stopped doing that after you threw a fit and put my drawings in the garbage, and gave away my sketchbook after I stopped. Watch TV? I fucking hate TV. Besides, if I had to guess, It makes your brain far more lazier than video games, assuming they make your brain lazy at all.
And while you're at it, don't yell at me to stop yelling. It makes you look stupid. Especially when you're the one who's shouting and getting angry when I'm talking in the most calm and quiet tone of voice I can possibly conjure up. It's called "patience". Living with people like you and my brother, I've managed to develop quite a lot of it, for everyone except my brother. That same patience is the only thing that keeps me breathing, and forgiving you and him for constantly screaming in my ear about the person who I should be.