Queen Of Rants

"Thomas, you..."

This rant is for all those people who have younger siblings, cousins, god-siblings, and who are babysitters and even parents.

This rant is also for the younger siblings, cousins, god-siblings, the children being baby sat and the kids, to show you how fricking annoying you can be at times.

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So I have a big family. And by big family, I only mean my siblings and I. Let's just say I am a younger sibling and older sibling. So I understand how it feels to be the annoying one and the one being annoyed. So today Imma rant about it and to you, children, that you can be annoying.

You're welcome.

I have like 3 examples soooo Lego.

Example 1:

I swear, parents assume that you have a really low temper.

Like, no please.

Let's say you have a little brother, let's call him Thomas, and he's about 7 years old. And he's just the most annoying creature you will ever come across.

He constantly pulls on your damn newly washed, nicely twist hair. Despite, your cries for him to stop.

The first pull, okay. I understand he's young. Make him understand.

"Don't pull my hair, please. It hurts and can give me a headache."

He pulls your hair again. And you tell him to stop, even going as far as putting your hair in a bun. But he somehow manages to unbun that crap and pull your hair again. Like 67 more times.

Now, by this time, you're totally pissed off. You have in your mind that you wanna slap him to Asia or just control your temper, like your parents say.

But the little monster doesn't stop. And your head feels like burning firewood on a 60 night camping trip while reusing that one piece of firewood every night. No logic included.

So you couldn't take him any more and slap him til all his melanin vanishes from his body and he becomes albino. Nothing against albinos.

And then he cries.

Then your parents come out and say some crap like. "You're the older one so you should've ignored." Or "You need to control your temper." Or "You're brother is just 7."

And you are silently arguing in your head. "But when I was seven at least I listen before I get b- slapped."

You also know that Thomas is doing that fake cry because right after everything, he just immediately stops crying and grins at you with triumph.

Thomas, you sly little boy chald.

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Example 2:

If the first one wasn't bad. Let's think of another.

You have a godsister, Serena, and she came over to visit you. Serena is like what 4? And is a spoiled snob.

You're sitting playing on your DS playing Pokemon or something. She wants to play, like really wants to play. But you don't to give her because the last time, you gave her your iPad, she throw it and it broke.

She asks you to play, even though your iPad has not yet been replaced, she has her own iPad there on the ground.

You tell her to go and play on her iPad instead.

"No! That's boring!"

Now she's screaming and crying and screeching because you didn't give her you DS.

Oh look, here comes the parents!

"Give her a little play."

"But-"

And then they give you this intense as hell stare. Or glare even. Like they are no competition in this. What ever is said, goes.

So you give the 4 year old your DS. It goes well for the first few minutes. Then she gets frustrated and-

Whoops, there goes your DS!

"You shouldn't have let her play."

Oh shut up you.

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Example 3:

Let's start off by saying, everything is your fault.

Okay, so let's say the annoying brats are your younger twin siblings that you're babysitting,  Serena and Thomas, and they're about 9 years old. These children are the most stubborn things yet the most sly foxes ever.

They're playing with their tennis balls in the house, throwing them at the wall, tossing them up and down, juggling them, even though they can't.

No matter how many times you've told them to stop, the reply is either one of these five things.

"No."

"You're not the boss of me."

"I'm telling on you!"

A tongue out.

Or just a flat out ignore.

So you decide to get up and take the tennis balls away.

You either put them on a really high shelf, where they can't reach. They tell their parent and gets then too take it down, or they just climb up there themselves, not caring what they broke.

Or!

They scream when you try to take it away from them. Now this is hella annoying. Because then the mom or dad is gonna come out like. "Give it to her."

Just like the previous example.

You back off and just sit down, waiting for hell to break loose.

The ball takes a swerve to the right an hits that ornament or vase your aunt got last week Tuesday as a prize.

The parents run out in a frantic, asking what's going on.

"Alex (you), tried to catch my ball and it hit off her hand and.. And.."

And she begins to cry. They begin to cry.

And I'm over here like, since when did the two of you, become great convincing actors, to lie straight to your parents faces?

And then you instantly get blame. 60 protests. You get blamed.

I don't understand!

Do parents not get that children should have rights to explain themselves properly without being put at fault?

Should we all go and protest?

Props to those with good siblings! Props to those with parents that aren't like this.