so… my brother just got all moral high ground at me for being on the computer at “almost one in the morning”
and couldn’t give me a good reason why this was bad. Like apparently I’ve done jack shit but “park my butt on the computer” since I moved up.
Yeah and I’ve managed to apply for six separate jobs without moving. And go see you at school for two hours cause you asked. STFU you’ve been at school and every spare moment you’ve spent here has been on the x box.
but no he has apparently “evolved past the point of thinking it’s fun to stay up in the wee hours of the morning”.
So I told him “And I haven’t.”
and he just looked at me and went. “And you’re TWENTY.” Like… me staying up late has something to do with my maturity? wtf???
Ugh. Reasons like that are why I hate living at home. Little, constant things from my father and my brother acting like his miniature.