Family Matters

Does anyone else have one family member that you believe hates you and you can never work out what you've done to piss them off so badly? I have many family members like this but there's just one that I really think about.

As far as I'm aware the moment she started to hate me, well this was when I noticed a change in her behaviour was when I was little, about five I think, I stayed over her house and was sleeping in the same bed as her. She turned to me and said "You should face the other way otherwise I'm going to flick you in the eye with my hair." I told her "I don't mind, I'm scared to face the wall." Then she started flicking her hair really hard and really unnecessarily until I rolled over. It was hitting me in the eyes and I started to cry.

Since then she has been really weird toward me. When I was ten she told the boy down the road that I was a model so then I was too afraid to come out of the house because then he would see I was actually ugly...when I wouldn't come out of the house she told her mom I was being rude and was forced outside.

When I was fifteen at her sisters twenty-first birthday party she sat in the corner with her friend giving me filthy looks, so I suppose they were talking about me. It might have had something to do with my green hair but still...you don't have to make your cousin feel uncomfortable all night, right?

Then a couple months ago, along with another cousin, she said that I was ruining her holiday. So then I had to change my holiday plans, losing money in the process. Just for the record I wasn't planning on ruining their holiday, mom just wanted me to hang out with family for the first month so I'd have some idea of what I was doing in the second month alone. I also told them that since I wasn't twenty one yet like them they can go clubbing without me and I wouldn't mind since I had other things I could do by myself.

This week at my nan's birthday party she didn't even acknowledge that I was there. Seriously, what have I done? I can't work it out. If I wasn't so afraid of her I'd ask her what's up, but she'd probably pretend I wasn't there anyway, lol.

Second conversation about toilets this year

So seems I can't go anywhere without raising suspicion. I've been working in the city at the North Sydney store. I go to the bathroom a lot due to lack of work available and because I don't like blowing my nose in front of people and I just got over being sick. The following is a conversation that happened after I came out of the bathroom today:

Lady: Is there a reason why you're always up here?!

Me: Um...the bathroom.

Lady: Why?

Me: I've been drinking a lot of water and I need to go a lot.

Lady: Oh do you work here, do you?

Me: Yeah...at [graphic design place].

Lady: On the GROUND floor?

Me: Yes...

Lady: Don't you have your OWN toilet??

Me: No...

Lady: Oh well I was just checking, just incase you were trying to case the place.

Me: Um...okay, thanks.

1. Lady, don't you have a job? Why are you at that damn reception desk so often that you notice how often I come out of the elevator? Quit chatting to the receptionist and do your effing job, you nosy douche!

2. Why? WHY?! Why else does one go to the bathroom? Either I need to pee or I need to pretend I need to pee so I can do something productive with my life, geez. Is it really my fault there is little or no work for me to do?

3. Nope I don't work here. I'm a bumb. I dress up in my best clothing, do my hair and my makeup and travel all the way in here from Penrith just to use your "lovely" bathroom. Which by the way, isn't half as classy as I thought it would be.

4. Yes. The groundfloor. Do you know any other places that there is a [graphic design] store in this building?

5. If [graphic design place] had a toilet do you think I would walk out of my store, enter the main doors of the building, through the corridor, up two storeys in the elevator, through the lawyers reception area, up the hall way and around the corner just to use the less than impressive toilet? No. I think I would just use the toilet in my store, dickhead.

6. One of these people are going to have to realise that I'm not a bad person. I am NOT up to no good. And they better believe it before I go postal, otherwise they'll make their worst fears come true. I'm sick of being treated like dirt. I am 20 years old, I am nearly finished my degree, I have two jobs, I am a part time carer for my older brother, I pay my taxes...what more do I have to do to get some respect around here?