Ok.. so my younger brother walks into my room and says "You better clean this up or you're not going to *insert friends name here*'s house!" And...ughh. I'm not going anyways because I'm on crutches and they planned on doing some things that I am not currently able to do. I mean, It's fine with me, I understand. To be completely honest I would have felt like a big burden to them if I would have gone but my younger brother didn't need to rub it in my face, while my older brother is getting ready to go instead as he's friends with my friends older brother too.
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And another somewhat similar thing.. My mom walks into my room and starts "cleaning" which translates to picking up everything that is either valuable or sentimental to me and throwing it out as "trash". -__- nonononnono. You never do that. Ever. Don't even try. You KNOW I'm either going to pick it back out of the trash or rip it out of your hands before it even leaves my room. And .. she was saying "I'm disabled AND have a heart problem and I cleaned the kitchen, bathroom, living room, my room, this room and that room! What's YOUR excuse?!" Umm how about.. I JUST woke up. I don't wake up at 5 or 6 am to clean. Also, I'm extremely tired. For whatever reason I kept waking up every three hours last night for a half an hour to an hour before finally falling back asleep. And.. I have a cast around a pin in my toe while on crutches.
You are actually physically able to do these things you are doing, or most of them at least. I cannot easily move around on crutches to bend down, pick something up, run down the stairs and put it away, then run back up and repeat this process running around, cleaning the house like a chicken with it's head cut off. Sorry.
I do try, and I try a lot harder than you can imagine. I have so much stress you'd never believe me. And I'm a person to gets attached to things very easily and I never let them go. These things are usually small things, like ... ticket stubs from that baseball game I went to with my Ex-Boyfriend, or bits of confetti from a holiday party or even a little heart shaped rock I found on the beach two years ago that my thumb print fits perfectly into. But coming into my room and throwing these things out makes me very stressed.
So please, never do this to me again.
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I apologize for making this so long. Just really.. REALLY needed that rant. x3
