My Fault

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It's not hard to notice that I get blamed for almost everything. I have tried pleading my case to my accusers in the past, but to no avail. Anytime something goes wrong, and I'm present, I'm  often the one to blame. I do something, it's wrong. I don't do something, it's wrong. When I make an effort to prevent what will get me a lecture or insult, I still did something wrong.

A good example of what scores me these insults is anytime my dog chews up something. Like today, he got my pencil sharpener and some of my peppermints. "Well if you wouldn't leave your crap out everywhere he wouldn't chew it up."  Apparently I have to lock up my stuff in order to prevent my dumbass dog from getting to it.

Let's see... what else is there that always gets pinned on me? I've got one flies, and the occasional mouse. Apparently I'm the queen of slobs. I usually have only a dish or two and maybe a wrapper laying around at one time. Whereas my father has tons of bottles and trash and containers of food littering beside his bed. He's the one always leaving coffee out for the ants to raid. But I still get blamed for such things. 

Oh, there's a pile of dishes is the sink? That pot on the stove is starting to smell? "It's ok, I'll do the dishes since apparently you're too lazy." Excuse me? I'm too lazy? So apparently you fail to notice that I'm a full time high school student. School means I have to work at home. It's funny how I get told I'm a lazy slob by my parents, and then they go about their day watching Netflix and playing video games all day long. Ya I sit around on YouTube and Netflix too, but half the time I'm multi-tasking doing homework. I'm a personal slave/maid/etc.

I get blamed for the stupidest crap. Over the years I've taken that to a bit of a personal level. For all I know, it's my fault the dinosaurs went extinct. Like, some chemical or whatever that is in me was what killed them way back when. Stupid I know, but sadly that is the mindset I've sunken to.

I guess all I can do is keep waiting for the day I actually get praised for my efforts, instead of not being good enough.


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