Sunday, 23 January 2011

Negative renforcement...

I actually started this blog yesterday but never really came back to it after writing only one line, That line basically said, i'll be back to finish this later...Yea

So yesterday i was not in a sharing mood and yesterdays VLog shows that.

Every weekend my Sister and her 3 kids stay here, so the house is full of life, noise, moaning, shouting, and a 5 year old running around with the limitless energy that 5 year olds have.

Now, i recently learned that my Dad isn't very well, and my way of dealing with that is to just get on with things, to stay busy and try not to think about it. Why? because there is nothing i can do about it.

My sister on the other hand, thinks i should be worried and discussing something that  simply doesn't need a discussion, she wants to talk about it and get all upset over it, well i'd rather not thanks..... Does that make me heartless, or am i dealing with the "Bad" news in my own way, but not thinking about it.

I'm not stupid or heartless, i just deal with thing in a way that will induce the least amount of personal stress, my sister on the other hand will bite my head off if i say a bad word about Jordan (Katie Price). My sister brings all her personal family squabbles to my attention weather i want to hear it or not.

Maybe my sisters way of dealing with "Bad" news is to talk about it and get all up set, thats great, in a weird way, for her, but its not my way. This i think is where the conflict comes from, the big difference though is that i don't take it personally, I simply get on with life, my sister doesn't talk to me for the rest of the day or if she does its usually in the form of beration. "Your room smells" "You need a hair cut, and a shave" "Are you still making those stupid videos" yep doesn't end.

I guess it proves that, in my family at least, that Women take things personally and far to emotionally, where as Man, deal with things in a more logical analytical way, i.e. there is nothing i can do, so i'm not going to stress.

Not sure if you agree with that statement or not, and quite frankly i don't care. I'm speaking from personal experience.

My sister is always telling me of a new argument she is having with another family member, and you know what, its always with another woman. And i usually just sit quietly and listen, and agree with her because if i don't, i'm an idiot, go figure.

My family are all, mostly, of one mind, there fore if one member drinks beer, its weird if you don't, if they all have Trade jobs, and you don't, but are still making money, you don't actually have a "proper" job.

So in the end, because i don't deal with "Bad" news the same way as my sister, i must be wrong in some way, either that or i just don't care, and there fore my sister will spend the day badgering me berating me and telling me that everything i do is stupid/dumb, and if i don't want to help her out with something, usually because i've spent the day being berated, i'm suffering from unemployment syndrome.

With this family you either get in line or your doing it wrong. They sit on the motorway of life, stuck in a traffic jam hooking there horns, because they actually think that will compel people to move on. They're on this motorway because their Sat-Nav told them it was the quickest route, like it did everyone else, hence the Jam.

I decided to take a longer route, why, because it had better scenery and is less stressful.

We arrive at the same time because even though my route was longer, they were stuck in traffic, they are all sweaty, angry, irritable and argumentative, where as i'm fresh happy and ration, but because my route was a longer route, i did it wrong.

Yeah, i love my family, why, because they are my family, that is all. I really need to escape them, i need my own space, my own place, i need to spend time away from them, in a big way. I think that, even though i'm as old as i am, i can still grow as a person without them, i've spent to much time in my life around them, picking up personality traits i hate, i need room to define myself.


Oh and please, no comments to the effect of "Sorry to hear about your dad".




Yesterdays VLog.



Todays VLog, an explanation of yesterdays.


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