When Dad acts like shit.

I am easily annoyed and a lot of things annoy me, however, I realized that I grow to like some of these annoying things. I can’t think of examples right now. But there’s this one thing that will ALWAYS annoy the fuck out of me and I know will never grow to fucking love.

When my dad’s pissed about little things, I get pissed. And when I’m pissed because of him, I let him know. I don’t tell him, I show him. And because of this, he gets pissed even more and I get pissed even more. Fuckin’ hell.

Okay so here’s a little background of me and my Dad so you know I’m not being a little brat and he’s not being a twit. My Dad and I are tight. We’re buddies. I can mock him, he can mock me. I call him names, he calls me names. I can gossip about things with him, he does the same. Except lovey dovey feelings, that’s just weird. Okay, you get it, we’re quite close. So when he’s pissed and takes it out on me and I don’t even know why, shit’s about to get down.

He has this attitude and this look when he’s pissed. He starts judging everything and will find little fucking things to complain about in the house. I HATE that. So when he’s annoyed about shit and continues to give the whole family attitude I think, fine, let me annoy you more.

See, when someone in the family is irritated, the rest of us try to cheer that person up. We make lots of jokes, we offer them juice or water or whatever, we let them lie on the sofa and make them feel special, but when none of that works and when they’re STILL giving the WHOLE family attitude then we just leave them the fuck alone.

And when the royal treatment doesn’t work on Dad then I get pissed. I answer with sarcastic replies or just laugh really loud when he tells me to do something. I give him “duh” answers and “that did not make any sense” eyebrows and “can you shut up” lips. And he becomes worse. And I become worse. Ugh.

Dad’s actually the only person I can irritate even more and make fun of when pissed. I can’t do that with anyone else. Because with Dad, I know he’ll come round and be alright and we’ll both be like, “yeah, so we cool again? Sweet. Here, have some coconut juice.” I can’t really trust other people to do that. Dad’s pretty cool. But fuck, he can be so annoying.