This one's also for Vanilla Cupcake, as will be the next 98 to come. Again, I'm doing the 100 Themes challenge, but in writing rather than in walls. I'm not sure what I can come up with for family, so I'm just going to do something random. Here goes.

The door's been left wide open again. For God's sake, people, it's common courtesy! If you walk into a room occupied by someone else and they had the door closed, you shut it again on the way out. I can't stand having the door open. I feel distracted and vulnerable and unprotected by scrutinizing eyes. I remind them EVERY TIME to shut the door on the way out. No one ever remembers. I hate when they leave me with that gaping, echoing open space. Everyone walking through, stomping past me, leaving the door wide open, I came in here for a reason. Please, people, a little peace and common courtesy is NOT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR, OKAY? And while we're at it, please stop seeking me out for a deliberate fight when you're in a bad mood. It's not productive and it helps no one and I REALLY do not need it at this point in my life. I don't want to feel hated and worthless. So next time you're angry, vent to--or on--someone else, because I am not your therapist or your personal stress ball. And whiloe we're on the subject of annoying habits, if the door's locked and the light's off, I am TRYING TO SLEEP, OKAY? Don't go calling out my name and banging on my door again and again. If you wake me up and I'm still tired and I can't get back to sleep, don't be so damn surprised when I'm not in a good mood. And wash your sticky fingerprints off the mouthwash bottle, all right, because every time I try to use it I leave with sticky fingers right after I JUST FREAKING WASHED MY HANDS. And you lecture me about being messy, yet none of you ever seem to clean your hair and other gross shit out of the shower when you're done! It's so gross! Just...clean it out! I clean mine so you don't have to deal with that nasty shit soaking in the bottom of the tub! And then you wonder how come the drain gets plugged so often and you have to shell out cash to the plumber. I'll tell you why. It's because you're all getting your freaking nasty gross shit in the drain, that's why. And stop firing random bits of conversation at me for no purpose but to say something! For God's sake, do you have to be talking all the time? Aren't you ever quiet? Don't you ever just listen to music, or, I don't know, think for a while? And don't even get me started on all the babytalk addressed to the cat. I talk to the cat, sure. It happens with pets. But he is not your child, okay? This is starting to get weird. I'm leaving for college and I can't wait.
And yet...
When my brother plays Minecraft with me. We like to build giant, complex, incredibly ugly buildings and then blow them up. That's a lot of fun. I'm learning to cook. Sometimes I make my special recipe for him, scrambled eggs with lots of chopped chives and onion and mushroom, stirred with gooey cheddar and mozzarella, and even though he's the pickiest eater I've ever met he says it's delicious. The way my mother always buys me gum when she's out, gum and dark chocolate. She knows what kinds I like. Orbit Sweetmint and Lindt 90%. When my dad and I walk miles and miles at night through the rural roads amid fields of sparkling fireflies, talking about random stuff. They say I'm too old for all the things I still love. they tell me what I should be and shouldn't be without ever mentioning acceptance for the imperfection that I actually am. They drive me to the mall. My mom's always willing to visit the chocolate store with me. My brother and I ride our bikes out to the store in the summer and buy ice cream floats. We go swimming and talk about the Hunger Games and watch funny Youtube videos. He's not as nice to me when his friends are over. The way my dad immediately treats all foreign concepts as weird, wrong, worthy of relentless mocking, the way he's so quick to label and analyze everything everyone does. But he takes us skiing as much as possible in the winter, loading his car up with gear the night before. I don't know. I really sdon't know.
Family is confusing.