After that magnitude 6 quake last week, I thought I will never be able to sleep right again. The after shocks had been nerve wreacking. You never know if the ceiling will fall on you while you sit there reading Harry Potter. I just hope my aquarium stays grounded. I thought it was going to crash. Thank God it did not.
Another quake hits home (well it always does every day, only this time it's one of those eplosive ones) as pops verbally abused my brother this time. I long since tried my hardest to hold my tongue infront of him. It's no good bickering with the old man for he never listens to reason. You have to have an iron will not to strangle him. Imagining it is hard to supress.
I don't know what started it. He always argue about small details. Well my brother is starting to becoming a lot like him and the way their voice raise that much, I believe a lot heard it. Pops kept calling him idiot. I wonder if he's the same. What's wrong with a little dream? I think I heard my brother talking about wanting to work but the way pops is degrading us, I wonder if we can survive being somebody some day. He is complaining a lot that we are useless but if we decide to find a job he stops us saying we are too stupid to find one. Lovely!
If you ask me, I believe he is afraid of being alone; or else he is really loose some where up there. This just occured to me. Maybe he have psychological problem. But try to tell him that and you're dead meat. He never accepts mistakes, makes other people's ideas his, concieted, a sexist, thinks lewd is funny, always blames other people, always shouts at them w/o the poor person's knowing why and lot others.
Well, that's just pretty ordinary unless my own psychosis bubbles up then we all got a huge problem.
