In other news, I actually hate weekends. Mostly because my dad comes home. I love my dad and all, but he and my mom don't along well anymore. One of them is always complaining about the other (usually my mom complaining, my dad mostly says things as jokes that she takes too seriously) and they rarely agree with each other.
It drives me insane. Especially when my mom told me when I was younger that she loved my dad, and she told me how they met and all that. Someone's family wasn't happy with their marriage at first (I think it was my dad's side) but a few months afterwards, they were asking my mom if she had any good news (a baby) I liked it better when she told me that, because even though I didn't really care at the time so much, we were still a happier family.
Sometimes it isn't so bad. Sometimes I just sit in my room all day (which isn't unusual for me) and don't really hear much. This is usually because everyone's focused on the electronic of their choice, me included, but I think it's almost better than when we're off of them. We don't get nearly as much done as we could, but we're all still happy in our own ways. When we spend any time with one another (especially as a family) everyone starts becoming annoyed at each other.
I hate it that we're so dependant on electronics for our happiness. I liked it better when I was younger and had to do things without so much to help me. It took more effort than anything I can do today with an electronics help, sure, but it was satisfying in its own way. Now I just feel lazy the entire time.
Or maybe I'm just going slightly mad.
Haha, not that crazy yet. Maybe someday though.
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