I have a window, in my room, ie my personal space, ie the space other people aren’t supposed to go and change things, at least without some mention of it to me.
Now this window doesn’t have a curtain. Finished renovating, but it was decided curtains weren’t needed. (Obviously I wasn’t the one making the decisions). So in an effort to make 5 in the moring seem like 5 in the morning (I don’t need to be getting up at the same time as the sun does thank you very much) I used a roll of paper that I rescued from the dump (It was in and among a bunch of other good clean paper products), and blocked out my window.
This has the quadruple effect of
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[li]Keeping My room dark at times earlier than 6 in the morning[/li][li]Keeping me from being blinded by the sun as I work at my desk[/li][li]Preventing the Window from being opened[/li][li]And Pissing off my mom[/li][/list]
The paper might not by your favourite fucking window treatment, but unless you wanna put something better up, it stays. The only thing it is bothing is you, I’ve told you many many times not to touch it. But every fucking year we go through the same thing, usually multiple times per year, but each stupid excuse is only used once per year.
Stupid Excuse one: with the window closed it makes your room hot
So what, It doesn’t bother me that much, I’m not doing calestetics in my room, and the temperature doesn;t get that hot. Besides you are not the one that has to live in the room.
Stupid Excuse Two: Your window is needed so that air can flow through the house
My room isn’t the only fucking room on that side of the house with a working window. Besides why would you open the window, then close the door and wait for me to find it?
You know it’s really nice that you closed the door so the cats cannot get into my room, but it would be also nice if you didn’t open the fucking door to rip off the only thing keeping me from burning my fucking eyes out.
There are more, but I don’t feel like raising my blood pressure that much to describe them.
I don’t go into your room and rip down the tin foil (Though I swear, I will do it if you touch my “Curtain” one more time), don;t go into mine and rip my paper down.
Why did I have to be born into a family that is so fucking inconsiderate?
My window treatment matches the decor of the house (which is pig stye btw)
No one can see it when the door is closed (and it always is, besides, few people ever come to our house)
It’s not hurting anything.
Why in the fuck do people (esp my family) go out of their way to aggrivate other people?
Gezzus Fucking H Christ Mom, It’s not even that time of the month. You are going out of your way to agrivate me, and you are doing it on a level head. You aren’t being influenced by hormones. (Although your behaviour on hormones may soon lead to another pissed off rant, really you don’t see me humping everything in sight, even when my system is awash in testosterone, you don’t see me excuseing my scholastic problems on a possible learning disability, I take responsibility for my behaviour)
Thank fucking god that I’m going to university next year, and will not have to put up with this shit. (I’ll get a whole new load of shit to deal with, but that’s beside the point)