Ranting Incoherenty - Wednesday, November 20, 2024.

Listening: Drama Queen by Weathers

At this point, it's cliche to say you don't get to choose your family or you don't get to choose your parents. Well, my parents are fine. My siblings are fine too, but some of them are — well, questionable. In this case, I mean S., my little sister. I have three, but this one is the oldest. One would think a twelve year old girl wouldn't be that bad, but if so, they haven't met this one. No, this one is a bully, a bitch, a wannabe adult but is too immature to see her own immaturity, and a frequent liar. She's rude to everyone, especially to Mom — but she's so sweet to strangers and friends and anyone not in her immediate family. Calling her a Janus would be too polite — no, she's just two-faced, a little Regina Georgie, though I'm sure she fancies herself the victim in all cases.

Unfortunately, her bullying is subtle, meaning one can't outright call her out on it, even if everyone else knows she's guilty.

Speaking of everyone else, few of us siblings actually like her. Those who do only feel so because they aren't around enough to know how bad she actually is. M. doesn't like her, because S. has bullied, manipulated, and taken advantage of her so much in the past. Same goes for J., who takes the worst of S.'s evil, the worst of her bullying. M.J. has always had a rivalry with her, but despite being the older sibling, he is more often the victim than villain, though very often such clear lines don't exist.

The only reason Mom likes her is because she has too, because I guess she's just too nice to know when a child is genuinely just a bitch. I bet if Mom wasn't S.'s mother, she wouldn't like her either. In fact, she might think S. was an absolute brat (which she is).

I don't get much of her shit, because I won't fucking stand for it and as the older sibling, I guess the three little girls (which obviously includes S.) would rather avoid my disfavor, not that S. has actually done so. However, it hardly matters that for the most I am unscathed, because it infuriates me when S. is such a bitch to my little siblings but nobody does anything about it and she never changes and she's probably just going to get worse. I shudder to imagine her as an older teenager, because I just know she will the be the fucking worst. Frankly if she ever comes to me for help with any mental shit, I'm probably just going to let her rot; I'll probably tell her straight-up, I don't like you; I never loved you; you were good as baby, but it didn't take long for you to become a fucking bitch.

There really is no other words to describe her. Bitch is the only appropriate noun for this demon. Christ, she's going to be awful as an adult. I really have no hope for her as a person, because she's just fucking bad. She's a bad person. There's just no other way of putting it. She can go rot, and I won't care any less for it. I swear, when I finally leave for university, one of the best perks will be that I won't have to see her anymore.

Rant over.