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 Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 12:08 am
And so it Begins...
So, I'm not really sure of how often I'll actually use this, but I thought that I might as well start one of these. It's 2:30am, after all, and I have little else to do. If I post anything in here, it will probably range from short stories that I write, to my thoughts on varying subjects. For now, I'll just post up a little bit about myself.
Online, I often go by Impy. If you ever get to know me well enough, I may tell you my real name. I've lived around generally the same area of Northern Ontario in Canada for the majority of my life, and I have a feeling that if I'm given the choice, I'll probably stay around that general area until the day I die - only time will tell. I was born on December 30th, 1991, so I was just short of being a New Year's baby. Apparently, I was too impatient to wait the extra day or two, as my mother likes to say. My parents are divorced, and my father has remarried, while my mother is currently engaged to the man that I refer to as my step-father. I have six siblings in total: one younger biological sister, three younger step-brothers by my step-father, and two older step-sisters by my step-mother. I am also currently the owner of a beta fish, four rats, two cats and two dogs, because my family seems to have a soft spot for animals, and we're constantly taking strays of all sorts in. My hobbies include role playing, writing, drawing, and playing video games. I have a passion for fairy tales, my favorite story being 'Beauty and the Beast;' it also happens to be my favorite Disney movie. My best friend online and offline is LollyxBeans.
I like to think that I'm a very open-minded person. I am, however, intolerant when it comes to intolerance. The subject of equal rights for all people affects me on a very personal level for many reasons. I have a member in my family who is gay, as well as a number of friends, and I always end up thinking of them whenever I hear about someone being treated badly due to their sexual orientation. Homophobia was introduced to me at a young age, thanks to the fact that I spent the first thirteen years of my life in a small town where many people just didn't understand such things. I'm quite familiar with bullying, as I had many difficulties with it growing up - tomboys were not looked highly upon by either boys or girls while I was growing up, and so I spent much of my childhood with very few people whom I could call friends. Thankfully, this changed as I got older, but I often feel as though it has instilled a certain bitterness in me, despite my best efforts to forgive.
Nowadays, I'm an English major in university, and am working towards becoming an author and possibly a substitute teacher. I'm still quite the tomboy, and while many people seem to think otherwise, I do believe that I'm straight. I'm also single - the only boyfriend I ever had was someone I dated back in grade 10, and that lasted for less than a year. I'm fairly quiet and often socially awkward, but I tend to have an easier time talking to people online. In real life, I often revert to a stuttering mess, and I get flustered very easily. I have ADD, and get distracted rather easily. If I have nothing that will keep my attention, I will often start fidgeting or fiddling with anything that's within my reach. My best friend often teases me for it, calling me 'Captain, ADD.' Also, as the title of this thread may tell you, I'm a bit of a basement dweller, as I only leave the house in order to go to work, play the occasional game of Dungeons and Dragons, or to grab some sushi.
That's about all you need to know for now. We'll see if I can find anything else to talk about later.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 3:45 pm
I have a fairly good relationship with my family, with the exception of my younger sister. The two of us have never seen eye to eye, but that's not currently the topic on my mind. What's currently nagging at my brain is something that's going on with my mother. My step-father, all things considered, is a good guy. He does, however, have his flaws - he sucks at prioritizing, procrastinates, etc.
He's a very good Dad to his kids, but lately, he's kind of been sucking in the husband department. Every week, my step-brothers alternate between their Mom's house, and our place. Unfortunately, their mother isn't exactly what you would call, well, motherly, so more often than not, they call my step-father whenever they need something. This isn't a bad thing, of course, and while a parent's child should always be important to them, I feel like he really needs to pay attention to my mother a bit.
On Sunday, we brought the boys over to their Mom's house, and Mom was looking forward to spending some alone time with Rob. Instead of this, however, my youngest brother Josh decided to show up back up at our house and stay the night. My Mom was disappointed, of course, but she just went with it. This week, they've had opposing shifts (he works graveyard while she works days) so the only opportunity they get to see each other is 5 minutes in the evening. For the past two days, however, my younger brothers have been calling Rob for whatever reasons before he goes to work, and rather than waiting to see my Mom before heading out, he leaves to do whatever it is they ask, despite the fact that their mother should be the one doing it. Tonight, my mother was especially upset, because she wanted to talk to Rob about going out to dinner and seeing a movie tomorrow - he took off early though instead of staying to wait for her, so she didn't get to see him at all today.
At first, she was fuming. I stood there awkwardly as she ranted, but eventually, she broke down into tears. I hugged her ********, it must've been 20 minutes, but she's still upset, and I have no idea of what to do. This isn't the first time this has happened either. I feel terrible, but I don't know how to help her, and there's times where I almost don't want to be at home. I know it's selfish, but what can I do? I'm starting to hate living here. It seems like no one's ever happy anymore...
I don't want to leave my mother though. She's been there for me when no one else was. I hate standing by and feeling so useless...
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