my sister, who is 3 years my junior, decided to bring her (male) friend over to the house today. one of the little semi-frequent events in my life that i hate most are whenever any of my family members decide to bring other people over. it makes me feel like a prisoner in my own home because aside from making some menial small talk with the guest, i am essentially relegated to my bedroom until they finally decide to leave. this is only amplified when it's one of my sister's friends, because when they are over, i don't even bother making small talk because i am not obligated to and frankly, i really do not want to either. i know its going to make me sound like a childish faggot, but i always complain and then begrudgingly accept whenever my family members decide to bring someone to the house. when i did so today, my mother brought up the point that "she invites her friends over because shes a normal human being". i don't know if this was a slight against me, seeing as the last time i had a friend visit my house was when i was around 11 years old, and the closest thing since then was when i was 14 i permitted one of my friends to stand in my hallway for 3 minutes while i grabbed my money and jacket. she has brought up the idea that i don't invite people over because i am embarrassed of our home, which is not true, i simply respect its sanctity and do not want visitors in it because it is my domain, not theirs.
<this is the first time my sister has had a male friend in the house ever since she was in primary school, probably when she was around 9 or 10 years old, but i obviously can't remember exactly. as of typing this, he has been here for 8 fucking hours, and shows no sign of leaving. i have only left my bedroom twice ever since he has arrived, once when he went up to the corner shop with my sister so i could take a piss, and the other time to take my dinner back to my room, which is something i rarely ever do. despite the fact he is 15 years old, he is well into the 6ft range, heightmogging me by at least 3 or 4 inches, he has a deeper voice than me and a better build than me, not to mention the fact he has blonde hair and blue eyes, two traits i unfortunately did not inherit. i don't even want to see him, not only because he is an intruder, but also because i know he will look down on me, which is an occurrence i already have to constantly endure in the outside world from people who are more genetically fortunate
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