In Defense of Myself

Yeah okay, I admit. My sibling and my cousins pretty much hate me.

It started with my cousin and with the family herd mentality eventually they found reasons, meaningful or otherwise, to cut me out. I attribute it more to mob mentality than anything.

I made a Facebook post in 2010 saying that if I had children that repeated corporate slogans I would take them out to the woods and shoot them in the back of the head. This was a “Of Mice and Men” literary reference so I’m not surprised most of my family didn’t get it. None of them read or are well read.

What did happen was that my cousin took it to mean that I would shoot her kids. I mean, it’s a bit of stretch. Anyways, we haven’t talked much since.

There were other things on Facebook that annoyed her like when I went to Hawaii and was writing about how people in Los Angeles are animals. Admittedly, I did write FB posts like “oink” or “shit smell.” Probably because I slept the night around dirty diapers and smelled shit all throughout the entire night.

Plus, sometimes I would get up early in the morning to do stuff and she didn’t like that. I would be ironing my clothes for a job interview or extra work and she would barge in, have me dismantle the whole thing, wait for her to do whatever she was doing, and then I would have to put it back up again. It’s like if my life was anything other than letting my Grandmother take me to Cheesecake Factory then I was shitty.

My other cousin was living with us at the time and I remember a morning-time conversation where my cousin was saying “We were just extras” like it was a waste of our time, or frankly I don’t know other than it was definitely in a negative connotation.

I think the whole kicking me out for my Facebook post was more making a mountain out of a molehill so there would be more space for her upcoming third child. See, she lived (and still lives) in a cramped house with her then husband and children. This is aside from my Aunt and her husband.

My Grandmother is dying but even now I have to make special arrangements to see her because my cousin controls that house even though she probably doesn’t pay the mortgage.

I also want to mention that most of my family is extremely reactive, ignorant, and perhaps not even that bright.

Once, while living in Thailand I posted a picture of a Thai guy wearing a swastika rainbow shirt that said “Nazi.” My one cousin flipped out like, “How could you post that!?” and one of my FB friends even responded first like “This dude is obviously not a white supremacist and you need to chill out.” Not to mention you see that symbol all around China and Vietnam because believe it or not that is ASIAN in origin, not German and not Nazi. Well, he cut me out.

I was asking my other cousin (there’s another post with the chat capture) what the merits of Bitcoin were. I was explaining to him that I consider it an experiment at best and never an investment. I asked him multiple times, “What backs Bitcoin?” Instead of answering the question he decided to attack me personally saying, “What’s the value of you? You need to be happy. Why are you so miserable?” Well, he cut me out for asking it over and over again. Ironically, someone hacked his Bitcoin and I’m guessing he lost 100k plus and needs to find a job as a Systems Administrator again.

Most people have heard of FaceApp the phone app where you can take a picture and it will make you a baby, make you young, make you old, and make you the opposite sex. I decided to try it out and have it as my WhatsApp profile picture. One of my religious looney Uncles messaged me saying along the lines of “What is that? That’s gay shit. You better not be playing with makeup.”

My sister is anti-vax with a boyfriend who believes the world is flat. I asked her if she knew about the theory that not vaccinating children puts other people at risk. There is a past blog post about this. She straight up doesn’t give a fuck. Eventually she cut me off too.

So… I’ve been cut off and am a pariah to my family. Is it that bad? Well, when I write all this stuff out it kind of seems like a badge of honor to be honest. If I’m a pariah it probably means that I’m more sensible and rational. I don’t live around shit. If I see a symbol like a swastika I don’t have a knee-jerk reaction but can rationalize what I see internally. I don’t have religious hangups about using a phone app that will turn me into a woman.

My mother always makes me feel like I have the problems. The truth is I’m probably more in the center of the bell curve when it comes to general intelligence and rationality and a good portion of my family is below that bell-curve.

Stepfather’s Life Advice

Right before the time I had to leave the house and get my own place my stepfather sat me down and had these words of advice.

They were roughly:

“Become a United States Immigration Enforcement Agent.”

Like ICE or something.

And look at them today. Their actions are definitely creating pain and suffering for others.

That was the type of person my stepfather was.

State of the Family May 2019

My sister and her boyfriend pretty much live off my mother. They need her to help take care of their kids and provide a place to live.

Well, my sister’s idiot boyfriend went to some Tony Robbins shit in Europe. So the money he saved by NOT taking care of himself, my sister, or their kids he used to go to London or some shit.

What a loser.

Money Solves All Double-Standards

A few years ago when I was new to Hawaii I was living with my sister, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend’s mom.

One day there was a problem with my tablet so I spent something like three days in a row to fix it. I ended up fixing it and feeling very good and proud of myself.

Then my niece just took the tablet and dropped in on the ground and broke it again.

I made an angry Facebook post saying, “Kids are selfish and destroy your shit.”

This was enough to get me kicked out of their house.

Now my sister, her kids, and idiot boyfriend are living under my mother’s roof.

My mother called my niece a “snooty bitch.” This is way worse that anything I have ever said.

I’m pretty sure my sister and her boyfriend aren’t going to take offense while packing their shit and leaving. My mother basically takes care of them and their crotch goblins.

Did I mention I come from trash?

My Stupid Cousin Got Hacked… Neener Neener

While eating wonderful and delicious Thai food my mother mentioned that a hacker got to my cousin.  The hacker took all his Bitcoin, which my cousin was living off of, and now my cousin has to get a regular job again.

I posted my conversation with my cousin.  I was asking him “What’s the value of Bitcoin?”  He avoided the question and eventually kicked me out of his life citing that I was “negative.”

He told me I was wasting my life playing video games and that I should get serious about investing.  He told me that I was wasting money by using Bitcoin to buy cannabis.

Oh, how it feels to be vindicated over and over again.  My cousins are idiots.  I guess if you have more than two brain cells to rub together you end up on their shitlist.  I haven’t had a Christmas or Thanksgiving with them in years, but you know what, fuck them!

This particular cousin is like a con-man making charts to tell people when to invest and when not.  Unfortunately, Bitcoin is not safe and you can get hacked and lose all your wealth in a manner of minutes.

Family Pains

I don’t get along with many members of my family.  Specifically my one sibling and pretty much all my cousins.

And that’s okay…

I think anyone with unconventional beliefs and opinions is going to run into opposition with the common person.  My family is as common as it gets.  Throw on top of that the inability to tolerate certain ideas and the exaggeration and misinterpreting of things I say and that is just a recipe for disaster.

I learned the hard way it is not a good idea to have these people on my Facebook.  I am not the person to just post pictures of food and my children all day long.  I like reading my friends’ posts that are provocative and make me think or inform me, even if they go against my personal morals or beliefs.  In turn, I like to post what I find interesting and worth talking about as well as blowing off steam sometimes.  I know that lesser tolerant and more reactive people will take things personally.

Like when I say, “I’m going to shoot my kids in the back of the head in the forest for repeating corporate slogans” a smaller minded person is going to think “Oh no, he’s going to shoot MY kids.”  Never mind the reference to Of Mice and Men or the fact that I’m talking about myself, since some people are so self-absorbed of course I’m always talking about them no matter what.  When I say, “If I had children I would have never been able to fly out to South East Asia, live there, and have the best time of my life” I’m obviously saying your kids suck.

I love my family.  Let’s get that straight right off the bat.  But many are religious to the point of irrationality.  Some hold right-wing beliefs.  Many have chosen to have unplanned children before establishing a career or education.  Your basic salt of the Earth apple-pie Americans.  

If I knew then what I know today I probably would have kept every one of them off my social media and just emailed about the weather all day long.

I don’t really like watching what I say.  It entails that I have to assume that almost everyone I interact with is an ape incapable of hearing something they make not like.  I have been this way since college and I’ll continue being this way the rest of my life.