Hey kids, sorry for my extended hiatus. I do that sometimes (and will be doing a great deal in the coming month an a half due to the whole vacationing thing). Unfortunately, the news that has inspired me to come and break my sabbatical is not pleasant.
My sister Ceylan has turned bitchy. Yes, bitchy. There have been times in the past where she'd go on a minor run of evil for a day or so, but it usually never lasts for longer than that. The whole rest of the time she is sickeningly cheery--I don't know if that's just her normal way of acting at this age or an overly done and poorly controlled attempt to prevent herself from getting out of control.
Recently she's seemed to be on an anti-Cantay rampage, which I can understand considering the circumstances: she's a young teenager, I'm going away to college, and I'm a loud, abrasive ass. What doesn't make sense is that she's conducting simultaneous anti-mom and anti-dad rampages.
Now let me define rampage for you--it's not as pleasant and clear-cut as you would like to think. It's a state where for about 2/3 of the time she is in that extremely happy state or just general contentness, but the remaining 1/3 is extremely angry with cold, harsh insults thrown in. This wouldn't be so worrisome if it was just extreme anger; we've all been young, we've all had those spurts of irrational rage. It's the barbs that she flings at us with that cold voice that frighten me and make her presence extremely unpleasant. Just now she's been complaining--coldly--that first my dad doesn't know what he's talking about and second that only she gets in trouble when she complains about the lack of food. Obviously there are problems with perception here, but we're all guilty of that--I simply cannot emphasize enough that it was -how- she said it that is so bone-chilling, not what she said.
There's also something to be said for her uncold moments. Of late she's been having increasing occurences of emotional outburst. One example I can think of is when we went to TGI Friday's a week or so ago, mom, her and I. She brought up the time that I got extremely angry at her for downloading Kazaa, installing it and many other secondary programs that came with it, downloading songs, and then not telling me about it. Now I had a right to be quite angry, I believe, but I did overreact when I next saw her, and in doing so hurt her feelings. I could understand her resentment of me for the time immediately afterwards, but what I did not understand at all was why -she- brought up the topic at Friday's. Needless to say, I explained my case (and was interrupted numerous times by my mom who was telling me to keep my voice low--eventually I had to whisper so that she would be satisfied), and my sister cried. You wouldn't believe how extremely frustrating it is to try to explain something to someone and then have them get emotional instead of formulate a rational response of some sort--disagreement, agreement, qualification, whatever is fine; I just hate it when people get overly emotional (especially when they bring up the topic). Now the way I said everything was probably rough enough to bruise egos and injure feelings, but it was the only way I could really say it--one of those things I need to work on before joining the Foreign Service, I guess. But I digress. The whole point of bringing this up is that my sister willingly brought the topic up, which of course followed that the course of conversation would be fraught with things like "you're a horrible brother" and "I hate talking to you" and "you have 'problems'". Obviously I'm not the best brother, and I can be very difficult to talk to, and I do have some problems, but criminy! She's said "you're the best brother" and "you're very easy to talk to" (heh, she hasn't said I don't have problems, though). It's like she was looking for an excuse to go into a mood swing.
Arguments with her in general have risen greatly for all parties, my own desire to remain around her has decreased considerably, and I worry about what will happen when we go to Turkey on the 10th. Oh well. Hopefully it's just a very freaky teenage female thing.
Tomorrow I leave for Columbus, where I will bring coffee to the good people of CBS. Hasta la byebye, kids.
My sister Ceylan has turned bitchy. Yes, bitchy. There have been times in the past where she'd go on a minor run of evil for a day or so, but it usually never lasts for longer than that. The whole rest of the time she is sickeningly cheery--I don't know if that's just her normal way of acting at this age or an overly done and poorly controlled attempt to prevent herself from getting out of control.
Recently she's seemed to be on an anti-Cantay rampage, which I can understand considering the circumstances: she's a young teenager, I'm going away to college, and I'm a loud, abrasive ass. What doesn't make sense is that she's conducting simultaneous anti-mom and anti-dad rampages.
Now let me define rampage for you--it's not as pleasant and clear-cut as you would like to think. It's a state where for about 2/3 of the time she is in that extremely happy state or just general contentness, but the remaining 1/3 is extremely angry with cold, harsh insults thrown in. This wouldn't be so worrisome if it was just extreme anger; we've all been young, we've all had those spurts of irrational rage. It's the barbs that she flings at us with that cold voice that frighten me and make her presence extremely unpleasant. Just now she's been complaining--coldly--that first my dad doesn't know what he's talking about and second that only she gets in trouble when she complains about the lack of food. Obviously there are problems with perception here, but we're all guilty of that--I simply cannot emphasize enough that it was -how- she said it that is so bone-chilling, not what she said.
There's also something to be said for her uncold moments. Of late she's been having increasing occurences of emotional outburst. One example I can think of is when we went to TGI Friday's a week or so ago, mom, her and I. She brought up the time that I got extremely angry at her for downloading Kazaa, installing it and many other secondary programs that came with it, downloading songs, and then not telling me about it. Now I had a right to be quite angry, I believe, but I did overreact when I next saw her, and in doing so hurt her feelings. I could understand her resentment of me for the time immediately afterwards, but what I did not understand at all was why -she- brought up the topic at Friday's. Needless to say, I explained my case (and was interrupted numerous times by my mom who was telling me to keep my voice low--eventually I had to whisper so that she would be satisfied), and my sister cried. You wouldn't believe how extremely frustrating it is to try to explain something to someone and then have them get emotional instead of formulate a rational response of some sort--disagreement, agreement, qualification, whatever is fine; I just hate it when people get overly emotional (especially when they bring up the topic). Now the way I said everything was probably rough enough to bruise egos and injure feelings, but it was the only way I could really say it--one of those things I need to work on before joining the Foreign Service, I guess. But I digress. The whole point of bringing this up is that my sister willingly brought the topic up, which of course followed that the course of conversation would be fraught with things like "you're a horrible brother" and "I hate talking to you" and "you have 'problems'". Obviously I'm not the best brother, and I can be very difficult to talk to, and I do have some problems, but criminy! She's said "you're the best brother" and "you're very easy to talk to" (heh, she hasn't said I don't have problems, though). It's like she was looking for an excuse to go into a mood swing.
Arguments with her in general have risen greatly for all parties, my own desire to remain around her has decreased considerably, and I worry about what will happen when we go to Turkey on the 10th. Oh well. Hopefully it's just a very freaky teenage female thing.
Tomorrow I leave for Columbus, where I will bring coffee to the good people of CBS. Hasta la byebye, kids.
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