Sorry for the whiney rant guys ... But I've got to let it out somewhere.
Things I hate:
I hate that, during the holidays, I have to leave my home to visit family. Moving to my new life here, is the first time in my life I have ever been happy. But I also hate feeling this way - it's selfish of me to feel like that. without family, I would never have gotten here in the first place.
I hate that I have to agonise for weeks over visiting home, and then the entire process; what I do at home is argue with family, work as a handy-man to fix everything that breaks while I'm gone, clean up the place, look after animals that I detest, having no one to talk to, having nothing to do. And again, I hate myself for feeling this way - it's selfish, I should be able to just do it. And I always DO do it - It just makes me miserable. I shouldn't moan though - others have lives that are worse than mine.
I hate that I'm the only one that has to do this - I've got a sibling in the exact same situation. He doesn't feel obligated to visit, because he is selfish. His reward is that he doesn't have to visit, and thus he is free to enjoy his life. Due to this, I'm the one that has to do the work, that could be shared between two. I hate the fact that he is rewarded for his selfishness, but me trying to be a good person rewards me with the obligation to continue.
I hate that I feel this way about the entire thing, and I hate that I can't even talk honestly about any of it to my friends. If I'm honest when I talk to them, I am unloading my problems on to them - this is the exact thing that I hate people doing to me, so whenever I do it I feel terrible. I also can't feel true empathy for their problems - all I can think, is I WISH I had their problems, their lives.
I also hate that I am so envious of my friends - why am I the only one in such a situation? Why does no one else have these obligations? Why me?
And such a thought is itself whiney. Self-pity. This is why I'm alone.
I hate that I have no escape from this - If I chose to be selfish, I would be punished in a different way; the reason I feel so obligated to visit and fix things for this family, is because if I don't, what if that person commits suicide, as has been threatened in the past? Well, then the problem is even worse - I am the one that will look after their children should such occur. I am the one that will be losing their life also. Again, another reward for trying to be a good person.
Anyway, I'm sorry. I thought venting could make me feel better.
Things I hate:
I hate that, during the holidays, I have to leave my home to visit family. Moving to my new life here, is the first time in my life I have ever been happy. But I also hate feeling this way - it's selfish of me to feel like that. without family, I would never have gotten here in the first place.
I hate that I have to agonise for weeks over visiting home, and then the entire process; what I do at home is argue with family, work as a handy-man to fix everything that breaks while I'm gone, clean up the place, look after animals that I detest, having no one to talk to, having nothing to do. And again, I hate myself for feeling this way - it's selfish, I should be able to just do it. And I always DO do it - It just makes me miserable. I shouldn't moan though - others have lives that are worse than mine.
I hate that I'm the only one that has to do this - I've got a sibling in the exact same situation. He doesn't feel obligated to visit, because he is selfish. His reward is that he doesn't have to visit, and thus he is free to enjoy his life. Due to this, I'm the one that has to do the work, that could be shared between two. I hate the fact that he is rewarded for his selfishness, but me trying to be a good person rewards me with the obligation to continue.
I hate that I feel this way about the entire thing, and I hate that I can't even talk honestly about any of it to my friends. If I'm honest when I talk to them, I am unloading my problems on to them - this is the exact thing that I hate people doing to me, so whenever I do it I feel terrible. I also can't feel true empathy for their problems - all I can think, is I WISH I had their problems, their lives.
I also hate that I am so envious of my friends - why am I the only one in such a situation? Why does no one else have these obligations? Why me?
And such a thought is itself whiney. Self-pity. This is why I'm alone.
I hate that I have no escape from this - If I chose to be selfish, I would be punished in a different way; the reason I feel so obligated to visit and fix things for this family, is because if I don't, what if that person commits suicide, as has been threatened in the past? Well, then the problem is even worse - I am the one that will look after their children should such occur. I am the one that will be losing their life also. Again, another reward for trying to be a good person.
Anyway, I'm sorry. I thought venting could make me feel better.
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