A Glimpse at my Emotions

SALT SNIPPETS #1

2017-06-23, 9:29 PM

So I'm calling these Salt Snippets because I feel that explaining this in a long thing would take up too much time. And all of this happened today.

1. Town of Salem

Funny how yesterday I had a wonderful time and now...

Well, except for the fact that EVERYONE doubted the fact that Spies can't hear Mafia Chat or whispers and lynched me, A SPY, on sight during a Ranked Practice game. But we still won. But that's besides the point.

So today I was playing as the Vampire Hunter at some point (in an All Any game), and the lookout at some point in the game claimed that I visited the dead medium who was killed by the Mafia. I called up that I was the Vampire Hunter and the other person who the lookout claimed visited the dead medium claimed transporter. So it was really an accident, I supposed. But who did they lynch?

Me. 

NO ONE believed that I was the Vampire Hunter! And I have no idea what happened because I ended up becoming so seriously salty.

Another All Any game, I was the Vigilante, and near the end of the game I began to use my bullets. Unfortunately, all my targets were non-killable, so I had to report it to the town, and then the Arsonists (there were TWO, as I learned too late) burned me to a crisp, which made me seriously salty. Not to mention, the DEATH NOTE said that I was "f*cking annoying."

Like I need another reason to scream in caps.

Recently I played a game as Mafioso. This was a Town, Mafia, Arsonist, and Werewolf based game where town decided it was a good idea to get rid of the Mafia before anything else.

Me: GET YOUR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT IDIOTS.

I mean, sure, I was lynched while there was a Werewolf and Arsonist on the loose. So I wrote the immune people in my will. But do they listen?

NO.

They keep dying. All of them. And in the end, who won?

THE WEREWOLF.

All this time I was like GET YOUR DAMN PRIORITIES STRAIGHT YOU IDIOTS. And at that point, I was so close to swearing because I was literally that mad. Sure, it's just a game, but I'd say the rest of the dead agreed with me. The townies were serious idiots.

2. Home

So just now my mom yelled at me for not finishing her "copy pasting" things--she wanted me to go on this Chinese website, copy and paste ALL of her Chinese reports onto Microsoft Word, and save them on my computer. Starting last Saturday, she added. Now I had 7 years worth of stuff to do, and I claim that I'm almost done (which I am--I'm sloughing through 2014 right now which meant I finished about 5 years by now) but does my mom focus on that?

NOOOO.

"WHAT DID YOU USE ALL THIS TIME FOR, YOUNG LADY? OH YEAH, GAMES! YOUTUBE! EDITING AUDIO! SOCIAL MEDIA! NOTHING USEFUL!"

Me: I don't see what's wrong with that. Honestly. I'd admit that it gets tedious after a while, and I tried to explain that to my mother.

"NOT EVERYTHING YOU DO IS FUN, YOUNG LADY! SO SUCK IT UP AND GET OVER IT!"

Otherwise she'd be like: "I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE SAYING! TALK TO ME IN MANDARIN!"

Me: AS IF.

She doesn't know I've entered another Author Games. She doesn't know I've had "The Salem Games" here. She doesn't know that I've been handling my Professional Development course over the last little bit, just listening to the lectures again just to get an idea of what I should do for my assignment due before we leave for vacation. I mean, each time I try to explain, she blows up.

And then she brought up the fact that I keep yelling and raising my voice in the house.

Me: "AS IF YOU DON'T!"

I mean, seriously! Every time they talk to me, they're yelling at me. Or teasing me. Or taunting me, which I really don't like. They don't try to help me. They offer me no comfort. It's like as if I'm a soldier roughening up again for battle. I feel like they just don't understand me sometimes.

Then again I wonder whether my habit of raising my voice seriously is getting in the way of everything because look at all the people I've supposedly "scared off". 

And so now I've turned from a great friend into a monster.

They were the ones yelling at me. Otherwise, I'd raise my voice because I'd always worry that no one would ever listen to me, yet whenever I do, they'd tell me to quiet down. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I never bother with debates, or in-class discussions. They don't care that I have things to say and shut me up before I can say anything.

And right now, sitting here typing all this, I couldn't have felt angrier. I couldn't have felt saltier. First, my parents. Then Town of Salem. And then my parents again.

Not to mention, they completely blamed me for my sister's close-call disappearance from the house! "WHY DIDN'T YOU GO WITH HER?!"

Me: AS IF. 

So yes, I might end up going to bed with a bitter salty taste in my mouth because that is how angry I am right now. 

Seriously. Angry.