Hatefulman
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I work at a job that barely supports me going to that job while I wait for my system to clear out to pass a drug-test. This job enables me to pay my bills, pay for gas and just about nothing else so my routine every day is get up, go to work, come back home and entertain myself until I have to get some sleep to get up for work.
There are two egotistical bastards that are around me in my daily routine. Let me give you my version of what that means. These people are the type of person who, though not quite completely successful, tries to make it seem like they are. If you have a story to tell, no matter what, they have one to top it, whether it's about them, someone they know, or someone they heard of. It's nearly infallible. I have trust issues, being paranoid about whether people are lying to me or not, and these people set those feelings off every time. There is no way these people have done all this stuff. Most things they've said have not been proven, but a large amount has, so I can't be sure, though my mind is set that they are so full of honeysuckle their eyes should have turned brown by now.
One of these people works directly beside me the whole time I'm at work. The other is my brother-in-law whom is currently staying along with my sister and her kids at my(as well as my parent's) house. This means I'm almost constantly in contact with one or the other. I want to call bullshit half the time they speak, as they both are very self-centered, but I have no proof other than it being impossible for them to do all the crap they talk about. Yet, at the same time, my mind wonders what it is that makes them so successful in life and why I just stagnate here in my perpetual hell.
I've never really ever been successful in any endeavor I've strived for. I discovered how interesting video games were when I was little and promptly obsessed, not socializing and nerding it up throughout high school. This led to me never so much as having a date or kissing a girl. I am/was smart but was lazy and never did my homework and got horrible grades. I am very proficient at writing, but I could never finish a story, extending it too long or lacking planning or just losing interest. I spent all that time in school playing and talking about video games yet I am nowhere near good enough to call myself especially skilled and I have no real other interests.
My brother-in-law, however, was raised in a middle to high class family, in terms of wealth, as opposed to my poor since birth status and is trained in welding, is very skilled with vehicles, is a black belt in several martial arts and is what I would think is an image of an attractive, fit, muscled male. He also makes a lot of money on the side selling some high quality pot, but that's another matter altogether. I hate this man with a fiery passion that rivals that of a thousand suns but can't help but envy him, either for his upbringing or his skill in conquering life so far. He and my sister and their kids are only staying over here while their house is repaired after a house fire.
He is a racist, close-minded fuckwit who can't see the point of reading a book for any other purpose than needing to and thinks a game isn't fun if it requires reading more than a few sentences. It saddens and at the same time enrages me to know that such a ******* is so well off in life. I don't really know what the point of all this is, but I guess what I'm trying to say is that every time I try to catch interest with a good story or anything, he will interrupt with some far-fetched yet somehow believable story. He will sit there and talk for like 20 minutes, without even dialogue from other people.
I can make it clear how much I don't care and he'll keep talking and he keeps it up anyway. He's shitting on my happiness. It's gotten to the point where when the last time he and I clashed, I kept thinking if I could take him down with me, I could die happy. I've expressed my displeasure with him to family and friends, and all my friends even agree with me, but fresia if there's anything I can do. Even the only thing I'm good at, which is fighting, wouldn't work. He'd wipe the floor with me and spend 40 ******* minutes gloating about it. I'm normally a very nice person, even a doormat for people at times but he will get nothing but hate from me. Really, I don't think I even have a question, I just want to vent or something.
There are two egotistical bastards that are around me in my daily routine. Let me give you my version of what that means. These people are the type of person who, though not quite completely successful, tries to make it seem like they are. If you have a story to tell, no matter what, they have one to top it, whether it's about them, someone they know, or someone they heard of. It's nearly infallible. I have trust issues, being paranoid about whether people are lying to me or not, and these people set those feelings off every time. There is no way these people have done all this stuff. Most things they've said have not been proven, but a large amount has, so I can't be sure, though my mind is set that they are so full of honeysuckle their eyes should have turned brown by now.
One of these people works directly beside me the whole time I'm at work. The other is my brother-in-law whom is currently staying along with my sister and her kids at my(as well as my parent's) house. This means I'm almost constantly in contact with one or the other. I want to call bullshit half the time they speak, as they both are very self-centered, but I have no proof other than it being impossible for them to do all the crap they talk about. Yet, at the same time, my mind wonders what it is that makes them so successful in life and why I just stagnate here in my perpetual hell.
I've never really ever been successful in any endeavor I've strived for. I discovered how interesting video games were when I was little and promptly obsessed, not socializing and nerding it up throughout high school. This led to me never so much as having a date or kissing a girl. I am/was smart but was lazy and never did my homework and got horrible grades. I am very proficient at writing, but I could never finish a story, extending it too long or lacking planning or just losing interest. I spent all that time in school playing and talking about video games yet I am nowhere near good enough to call myself especially skilled and I have no real other interests.
My brother-in-law, however, was raised in a middle to high class family, in terms of wealth, as opposed to my poor since birth status and is trained in welding, is very skilled with vehicles, is a black belt in several martial arts and is what I would think is an image of an attractive, fit, muscled male. He also makes a lot of money on the side selling some high quality pot, but that's another matter altogether. I hate this man with a fiery passion that rivals that of a thousand suns but can't help but envy him, either for his upbringing or his skill in conquering life so far. He and my sister and their kids are only staying over here while their house is repaired after a house fire.
He is a racist, close-minded fuckwit who can't see the point of reading a book for any other purpose than needing to and thinks a game isn't fun if it requires reading more than a few sentences. It saddens and at the same time enrages me to know that such a ******* is so well off in life. I don't really know what the point of all this is, but I guess what I'm trying to say is that every time I try to catch interest with a good story or anything, he will interrupt with some far-fetched yet somehow believable story. He will sit there and talk for like 20 minutes, without even dialogue from other people.
I can make it clear how much I don't care and he'll keep talking and he keeps it up anyway. He's shitting on my happiness. It's gotten to the point where when the last time he and I clashed, I kept thinking if I could take him down with me, I could die happy. I've expressed my displeasure with him to family and friends, and all my friends even agree with me, but fresia if there's anything I can do. Even the only thing I'm good at, which is fighting, wouldn't work. He'd wipe the floor with me and spend 40 ******* minutes gloating about it. I'm normally a very nice person, even a doormat for people at times but he will get nothing but hate from me. Really, I don't think I even have a question, I just want to vent or something.