My family is insane. Let me just point this very strong detail out.

They NEED some fucking chill pills. Especially in a crisis situation, good god we'd all die of stress if something horrible ever happened >_>.

So the beginning of this rant starts at around 5. I was so tired that I decided, what the hell I'll take a nap. So I close my eyes to take a nap and about an hour later my brother informs me that he's going out. Which makes me conscious enough to answer him but not conscious to really know what the fuck's going on. About a hour ago at 7 I get woken up to the pounding on my bedroom door. It turns out to be my grandfather and he's screaming and yelling at me that I never pick up the phone. I typically like to sleep with my door locked and closed so I don't get interrupted. But he woke me up and started flipping his shit about how I didn't pick up the damn phone for an hour and they've been trying to reach me. First and foremost, my cellphone was in it's charger ON SILENT. So I would have never gotten any calls from it because I just hate talking on the god damn phone. But my regular phone died around 5 so I never bothered to put in the charger.

Because phones suck and need to be disposed of. >_> So anyway, after a good 10 minute lecture about how they (my grandfather AND grandmother) were flipping out because they thought something bad happened to me and all of this stupid obscenely ridiculous shit. Such as "I wanted to make sure you were alive!" Or "WE THOUGHT SOMEONE TOOK YOU!" It just made me groan and roll my eyes. I am not fucking 8. Both doors were locked. The garage was closed. And I was asleep. I am 18 years old and I am so sick and fucking tired of people treating me like I'm 8. Crisis situations are ridiculous for my family. Now of course as soon as he got to his point of telling me that my brother was in the god damn hospital my heart decided it wanted to meet my stomach and just..plummeted out of my chest. Flash backs of my aunts death and just making sure he was alright were my main priority. Once that had been cleared...he was fine. He was stable and talking, just might have broken bones and he was going in to get them checked out. My grandfather proceeded to ask me if I wanted to go with him to the hospital or to my grandmother's house. Now. keep in mind that I had JUST been asleep not even 10 minutes ago and he was telling me to get up, get dressed and sit at my grandmother's house for no particular reason.

Everyone gets so god damn over worried for no reason. His justification for this was that he didn't want me to be alone. Which in my mind is ridiculous because my brother will often go out and my mom doesn't typically get home until 6 at night so I am home alone regardless of the time of day. So I just thought the whole thing was blown out of the god damn water. And no one was making sense. So after a good 3 phone calls and 20 minutes of telling him that I was still tired and I was perfectly fine and okay just fucking asleep, he left in a huff because I didn't want to go outside after I had just been asleep in my bed. So I can't blame them for freaking out, it's just they all NEED to take some god damn chill pills and stop overreacting about everything. Christ, now I'm just pissed off and cranky because I got forcibly shaken from my sleep to be lectured while I was drooling on my hand in annoyance for a good twenty minutes. Sheesh. Crisis situations 1. My family 0.

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