(Originally scribbled this on the train, around 8am. Waste of paper, thinking about it now, but I needed to vent somehow.)
So this morning I go downstairs and into the kitchen to have breakfast, and my parents are there. "Good morning," I say. And they say "good morning" back.
Then there's a pause.
Then my dad starts bitching.
"I was feeling sick last night, at 1:45am, so I went to the bathroom, and so I noticed that under your door it showed that your light was still on, now I don't know about you but I think that everybody needs to sleep and you really should sleep more and not stay awake until 2am because you have to wake up early in the morning and you need sleep because if you don't sleep then you're cranky and rude and irritable, see, you're already frowning, look at me, I always try and sleep my 8 hours per night..."

Pause, rewind, comment.
I was feeling sick last night (funny how even if he was feeling sick he checked under my door to see if the light was still on) at 1:45am (bullshit, I finished reading "Good Omens" and it was 1am and I turned off the light immediately) so I noticed that under your door it showed that your light was still on (something tells me I should use that book light I got last Christmas more often) and you really should sleep more (and he really should mind his own business, so I stayed awake until 1am reading, so what? It's not like this is anything new, it's something that has been happening since I was 12) and not stay awake until 2am (notice how time is entirely subjective for my parents) if you don't sleep then you're cranky and rude and irritable (uh, no, if I don't sleep I'm sleepy and tired and exhausted, I don't even have the energy to be cranky and irritable and easy to anger, it's happened and I hate it) see, you're already frowning (well, maybe waking up and coming downstairs and getting immediately bitched at has something to do with it?) I always try and sleep my 8 hours per night (yes, that's why I started sleeping with the door of my room closed, because I used to get woken up at 2am by the light from my parents' room flooding the corridor and, from there, my room, cause my dad stays up until 2am watching TV)

"And maybe if you came downstairs for breakfast earlier we'd have more time for social interaction, and the same goes for dinner, you're always late for dinner, and yesterday you only took the time to argue with us then you went downstairs to the computer, and I saw you laughing and having fun with your online friends, you should spend more time with your family..."

Pause, rewind, comment.
And maybe if you came downstairs for breakfast earlier we'd have more time for social interaction ("social interaction"? I call that "getting bitched at", and I don't like it, why should I give them more chances to do it? And how is it my fault if my alarm clock didn't ring, so I woke up late, so I was late for breakfast?) you're always late for dinner (that's utter bullshit) yesterday you only took the time to argue with us then you went downstairs to the computer (no, not really. It went like this: I got home from work, pretty much exhausted, chatted with mom a bit about my day while my dad watched TV, then went downstairs. Then went back upstairs for dinner and I talked more, and at one point I made a joke which made my brother and mom laugh and my dad bitch at me. And when I said that he shouldn't bitch at me because it was a joke, he basically said he was tired because he'd been working the entire day and I should have some respect. Then after dinner was finished, he went to watch TV and I stayed and chatted with my mom some more, then I went downstairs.) I saw you laughing and having fun (what, is having fun against the law?) with your online friends (yes, I was having fun with my online friends, since my father chose to bitch at me for nothing and then sit in front of the TV laughing his ass off at some stupid movie instead of staying to talk with my mom) you should spend more time with your family (and their idea of "spending more time with my family" is "sitting in front of the TV together"... yeah, right, that's social interaction, sure. And then when I ask my parents if they want to go to the cinema with me and my brother, or if we could go visit this or that museum or park or whatever, they say "no, we're busy")

And then one of my kittens came from the garden, running like hell, and she looked scared and scratched at the door desperately, so I stood and opened the door since my parents were ignoring her, and I got bitched at ("you're already late, do you want to miss the train and not go to work this morning? Yes, of course you do"). Well excuse me, so I should not open the door (took all of two seconds) and leave my scared kitten outside? And then I asked where the other kitten was, and they said "outside, now shut up and eat or you'll miss the train". And their excuse for not leaving a window or door or something open for the kittens to come inside if they wanted was "it's cold". Well if it's cold, then maybe you should wear something more than shorts and a tshirt. And then when I got out of the house, the other kitten ran and tried to get through the door before it closed, but he was too late so he stood there mewing and scratching at the door. And I wanted to call my parents from the train and tell them to let the kitten in, but I don't particularly want to get bitched at because "I care about the kitten more than I care about my parents" or other such bullshit. And now I'm worried about the kitten and pretty much in a lousy mood. Joy.