Keep Your Eyes Open
And shut your mouth for once.
You would think that as an adult, almost twenty years old, you would be just a little bit more mature. Just a little bit wiser. Just a little bit more intelligent. But no. This entire week that mom and dad have been gone you have said some of THE MOST blatantly prejudice things which exemplify your avarice and provincial attitude.
How are you even related to me.
Your entire bombastic mindset only exists in an attempt to cover the boor underneath. Yeah, I get it. You’re older. You’re in college. Yet, that does not make you smarter. Mom and dad leave so you feel the need to act like you are in completely control of the household. This authoritarian demeanor is quite pathetic. I think by now I am old enough to decide on my own what to do. I don’t need you pretending to know what is better for me. I never have. I never will. The sad part is I knew that this would happen.
The entire year you lived at home instead of the dorms. You know why? You can’t pass college if you live in the dorms. Except, you cannot even focus at home. You promised to take a class for college in the summer. That didn’t happen. You promised to get a job. You do not even work 25 hours a week yet, you complain about how hard it is and how hard your life is. You constantly have to compare what I am going with what you do. You tell me that you life 40 pound bags of animal food or kitty litter and its so much harder than running 4 miles or playing tennis for 3 hours. You do not need to belabor the point. Yeah, you got a job. Great. Now do your job and stop complaining about it. You chose, of all places, Petsmart to work at. There are so many other places. You could have worked as a library page. All you do is organize and shelve books. Sometimes you have to deal with parents and kids. Oh wait. Then you have to think. You have to actually know the alphabet, know how to organize by numerical value, know where books go. Oh no.
So yes. you deserve some extolment. Congrats. You got a job. When mom and dad berate you, they actually have a reason. You call it when they “ching chang chong” which is extremely racist and churlish. I admit that they scold you so much it became banal and now holds little significance. However, you constantly squander their time, money, and all the resources they hand to you on a plate. You wonder why dad is always angry at you? Your flagrant disregard for other people is enough to anger anyone, but combined with your immutable disposition just makes it outright ridiculous. To make no attempt to ameliorate yourself. Your apathy is only there to cover up your completely unwillingness to change.
Your entire temperament is based on indolence, and languidness. Combined with your inflated ego it is futile to hope you even turn out to be a decent person. You always wonder why my derision for you has been so high. It is because I cannot respect a person who does not try. At all. Yesterday you called me a “fuckin try hard” and told me “retard just stop, you’re makin it worse for me.” Being a try hard isn’t a bad thing. It is rather injudicious to not try. So what if you don’t get straight A’s when you try. I can guarantee your grades will be something worth at least a little extol. Effort matters. You need to discern the difference between doing badly because you didn’t try and not doing as well as you would have liked although you did try. Moreover, I have an immeasurable amount more of respect for that person.
It is quite lugubrious that so many aspects of your life you “yolo.” You’re getting a fake ID. I hope you get caught. Maybe that will teach you a lesson for once. You don’t care about college. You don’t care about work. Except, you constantly drone about how hard your life is. How you want to buy all this stuff. How the government sucks because they tax too much. You embody the occupy movement you know. Although though you are fastidious about what they do, you say the same things. You have a part time job that pays minimum wage and you are whining about how the government has income tax. Your income tax is what. Fifteen percent. What are you going to do when you get a real job that pays a great deal more. Refuse to pay the taxes? Guess what. You don’t want income tax? Move to a different country. Oh wait. Many first world countries have income tax. Furthermore, their income tax is much higher. So why don’t you move to Africa? Maybe Antarctica? Oh. Is that too arduous for you?
The money you spend? It isn’t yours. Its our parents. Apathetic? Think your splurging is innocuous? You lack self-control and you are adamant that you are always right. So why do I have this animosity. Perhaps it is because you have never done anything for me ever out of kindness. You are just extremely cacophonous and philistine. Since mom and dad are gone and you cannot cook to save your life, actually, you would probably burn the house down, I am responsible for doing ALL the chores as well as making all the meals. So, most of the week you went out at around 4:30 and just bought yourself food. Which, to me, is whatever. Its your money. Not really. But you did not discern when you should and should not spend money. Mom was apprehensive when she gave you some money because she knew you were going to waste it all.
So. Yesterday, I did all the chores. I cleaned the house up for mom and dad’s return. What did you do? sit in your room cussing at your computer extremely loud and yelling at me to turn my music down which I had turned it up because I was tired of hearing all the profanity spewing from your mouth. A few days ago, when I went to tell you that dinner was ready, you immediately started screaming “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT. HURRY THE FUCK UP AND SAY IT. WHAT THE FUCK. SHUT THE FUCK UP. GO THE FUCK AWAY.” As I walked away, I clearly hear you say into your mic “MY FUCKIN BROTHER CAME IN AND WAS BEING HELLA ANNOYING.” Yeah. Sorry. Being annoying.
Hey guess what. Its a video game. Why don’t you wake up to reality. Perhaps my mind is antiquated, but before, we didn’t just start cussing at people when they have done hella stuff for you. We didn’t refer to our parents as “communists.” Your atrocious manners serves as a direct correlation to how they act. But you don’t think so. Your vainglory allows you to believe in their disparity. However, if I acted as appallingly as you do, they would treat me the same way.
Yesterday, you told me of several things you charged on the American Express. The credit card that mom and dad pay for. Not you. You were apathetic, saying “oh who cares its not my money.” They left for a week on a vacation that you did not even want to go on and you act like they abandoned you. That money does not come from no where. Our parents have paid every cent of your college tuition, of your dorms, of your food, of your textbooks. What do you do? Waste their money. You buy a new computer. You constantly buy video games. You buy crap. You don’t even need all those things. So this is where you turn around and tell me that I buy tons of crap that I don’t need. I buy clothes so I don’t look like trash which you do. I buy tennis stuff because I need new grips or shock absorbers. I buy books for enjoyment and for school. Yeah. I waste a ton of money. At least those things last me longer than your video games which you play for a day and get bored of.
So yes, continue to sit in your chair or sleep all day long and atrophy. What happens if you fail out of college? You think mom and dad can bail you out of that? How will you afford all the useless piles of crap you waste your money on. How can you afford all the food that you constantly buy despite the massive stockpile at home. I suppose it is expedient for me that you are so apathetic about everything. There is no expectations for me. I set the expectations for you. The ironic part is how analogous you are to dad. You both would entirely deny it, but you are prodigal just like him. Both of you get angry extremely easily, although I suppose I do too. Both of you will never take responsibility and always blame it on everyone else but yourselves. Both of you are in self-denial.
All this crap about me being a bad driver. Get over it. I could be so much worse. And honestly, you aren’t that much better, even if you think so. You are reckless and all about having fun. You told me with zeal how you drifted around a corner in the integra. Good job. You told me how you could care less about the car even though it is not even your own car. So in that aspect you are actually a worse driver. If you do not care for your vehicle then how will it function. You always go on and on how you want some ridiculous super car. With what money. How do you plan on buying a car that cost $100,000 when you have a part time job and you might not even finish college. As it is, you are looking at another 4 years of college if not 6. That’s just to get a bachelors. Moreover, when you graduate if you can even get a job, you will definitely not be making more than $100,000 a year. Probably half that at most. Then a portion of that goes to a blight of your life—taxes. Then you constantly buy stuff, in fact you buy more stuff than you actually earn. With that demeanor how could you possibly buy a new car.
Another thing, you may hate taxes, but they actually do things. They pay for services like fixing roads. You complain about how the roads are always so rough and crap. They fix them. They pay for police, for fire fighters, for public facilities. Yeah, you don’t use them. You dislike the police because you are all yolo and want to defy the law. The law isn’t there to be defied fool. It is there for the safety of the people. You don’t care about the firefighters because we haven’t had our house explode in fire. What if it did? What if you were trapped. They could get you out. Oh. There isn’t any because no one paid the taxes for them. You don’t use public facilities like parks or the rec center because you don’t even go outside. When was the last time you played tennis. Don’t lie. It was about senior year in high school.
Perhaps I am being too astringent. Perhaps if you were assiduous. Perhaps if your blatant disregard for other people was less so. When you begin to call Indian people “cockroaches,” when you begin to refer to our parents lecturing you as “ching chang chong”, or when you begin to cuss at people because it makes you audacious, then you will understand why I disparage you. I tried an avant-garde mindset, but that lost any hope within about three minutes. Its pathetic that i heldatavistic ideals and I actually looked up to you until I realized that you are just an ass. An ass who does not try because he is afraid of failure. An ass who squanders everything that is given to him because he is indolent. An ass who will go no where in life because the only thing he desires is food, video games, and sleep. Your ephemeral life will embody yolo. Have fun. The auspicious life you started with—gone.
So at this point, if you ever read this, you will start cussing saying I use words too large for your puny brain. Use a dictionary. It won’t kill you.
Then when the implications of everything I said finally hit your bovine mind you will begin to start making up fallacious claims which entirely emphasize your braggart personality and achieve nothing. You’ll begin to say shit about me like oh you’re so much thinner than I am. You lost so much weight. You are so fit. You work harder than I do. My life is easy. Your main argument? I’m stupid. Great argument. That I am going to drown in my college loans. That my college will be so much harder except you will receive the same degree and in your mind they will be equal. Like saying a degree from SJSU is on the same level as Stanford. Whenever I say anything what will you say? NOPE. Complete denial with no acknowledgement of the opposing side.
You know, this summer was supposed to be all about relaxing. My pent up anger had slowly been draining away until mom and dad went on their vacation and I was left with you. Then I realized how glad I am not to be our parents because they have to deal with all your crap. It was so painful to listen to your brusque speeches.
In the end, its like this. Wake up to reality before reality forces you awake by smashing you into rock bottom. I will not help you back up. You have to figure it out yourself.