Message to My Lovely Fans + Random Rants

Family + Lectures.

Me, I don't really have problems with my family. Sure, like every family compact, we drive each other crazy, but it was never anything serious.

But then I get angry.

I don't get angry over childish reasons or fights with siblings. Nothing of the sort. It's normally not directed at my parents, they understand my moods [but an argument breaks out every now and then, I am a teenager, after all]. The person I'm talking about, as sad as this may sound is: my grandmother.

I know what you're thinking, "Your grandmother? She's just a harmless old lady!" You ever heard of the saying: "All bark, no bite?"

Sometimes a bark is all you need.

One of the things I hate most in the world is being accused of doing something I haven't done. Oh, and that also applies to my close ones.

So when I come home from school, get a bowl of cereal and come onto Wattpad, I just think, "Where in the world is my grandma?" Normally, she's in the kitchen, but today for some reason she was in her room. Obviously, I didn't know, otherwise I would have dropped into her room to say hi or something.

So then she starts freaking out. If this sounds like gossip to you or something, then good. I made this place not for you guys to enjoy it so much as a place I could just rant and reveal how I really feel. Anyway, she starts our "conversation" by yelling at me.

"How come you ignored me when you came in? I hate the way you treat me."

When I heard that, I thought, "Well, I didn't even know you were home." I don't talk back to her though, it just makes everything worse, so in a way, I suppose I am ignoring her.

"You know, people treat dogs better than this! At least, you would check a dog to see if it died when you came home! If I died, no one would know!"

Um, I was a bit annoyed when I heard this, truth be told. 

1. If my grandmother died, obviously I'd feel some sort of emotion.

2. I'm allergic to dogs, and my building doesn't allow pets. Why in the world would I even own a dog to check on?

"I rent here and do all sorts of things for your family, but what do I get? Nothing! If I left and went somewhere else, you'd be left all alone."

I can handle living with just my parents. Really. I don't mind making my own food, I can cook to a certain extent. Also, if you moved, then you'd be alone too.

"It'd probably be cheaper too."

I wasn't surprised when she said this. I don't know if she's just ignorant or not, but prices for everything have been skyrocketing since her time. I'm sorry, but it really wouldn't be cheaper.

Then she mentions a few things about my parents, which I won't get into, because if they ever read this, they'd get angry that I'd be writing about them.

Anyway, so she starts talking again.

"Do I have to cook dinner? Tell me now."

I don't reply, because I have a mouthful of cereal.

"You know what? When your mother gets home, she can cook. I'm not doing it. Also, whenever you cut fruit or bring food home, you have to share it with me. Why don't you do that?"

Do I really? If I wanted to, I would offer it. What I want to ask is why you can't get it yourself? The kitchen is not far from your room, you can do it.

"Don't do this. I've given you so much money. Think about it."

Money. Wow. I might sound a bit greedy or terrible when I say this, but as an older family member, isn't it your job to give me money? I don't receive allowance, mind you, but if I needed money, isn't my family supposed to provide it for my needs?

Respect. This is a big one, in my opinion. People are always saying you need to treat others with respect. I agree. However, the way I think about it is, "If you treat me with respect, I'll do the same to you." If you trash me, then I don't care. You haven't earned my respect, and don't think you'll just get it easily.

What makes this worse is that after a perfectly good day of school [despite how tired I am; we had a marathon today], I was actually in a pretty good mood. I got six minutes better than I did last year, so I was satisfied. Then this happened, and frankly, I'm a bit angry. How dare she accuse me of all these things. 

I'm sorry, I do like my family, but sometimes they sicken me.

Good day to you all,

Charlotte.