EmmEmmThree
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Well, recently as you've all heard, my parents and siblings have moved, leaving me behind with my grandfather and my uncle. While this is all and dandy, I still have a problem. I'm MISSING MY CLOTHES!
Now, this has been going on for a looong time before they moved, but now it's getting into my nerves.
There's a certain article of clothing of mine, my sweatshirts. You touch my hoodies or my zip-ups and you get your fingers broken. But no, I have one of those siblings who wears my f-cking stuff all the time. Usually when I see him wear it, it's the last time I ever see it again.
Let's roll back to Christmas. My father bought me *$175-220* worth of sweatshirts and sweatpants. I got 3 zip ups and 3 hoodies, then 2 pairs of sweatpants.
Let's get back to today, now I currently have NONE of my zip ups and only TWO of my hoodies. Oh, and my one pair of sweatpants just recently went missing.
Now, onto this sibling whom needs to get the shit kicked out of him. When he wears my shit, I get pissed. When I get pissed, I yell. So, I yell at the twerp. Then from across the room comes my mother's voice, which as always, says "don't worry about it, he's not going to run off with it". WELL WHATYA TAP-DANCING-F-CKING-RABBIT-KNOW.
Here's my theory. He wears my stuff, takes it to school, wears it --> takes it off, leaves it somewhere and forgets about it, then when he remembers he doesn't give a f-ck because it's mine, not his, so no loss on his part. And that, right there, pisses me the f-ck off. I'm out all that money in expensive clothing now, and I haven't told my father but I plan on telling him pretty damned soon.
Now, I have no proof that this is what's going on, but the jigsaw puzzle was pretty easy to put together. The best part? It's going to be my fault for not "taking care of my stuff". Yeah, you know the whole "talk" about taking care of your stuff. But alas, it's *NOT* my fault because if you know my mother, you know her psyconess. So, when she ties my hands and lets that f-cktard run off in my clothes I have no power to stop it.
I'm pissed at everyone really, and most of all myself. It's a terrible feeling not knowing where your precious items are after they're purchased for you by someone who worked really hard for a long time to buy you them. I mean, there's my sweatshirt. Just one there, and instead of safely in my closet or in my dresser no, instead it's either in a bag off to GoodWill (school collects clothing that's 'lost'), a landfill, in a street somewhere, or in a hobo's wagon. And THAT is a terrible feeling.
Rant over (unless I edit and add more!!). Now I need some feedback; what do you think I should do to resolve the issue? I really need my clothes back, what's the best course of action to hunt them down (if at all possible)?? RIght now my only way of thinking about this is to tell my father and have him lay the beat-down on the runt and see what becomes of that, but that can go multiple ways and some of them end with me being the target, so I'll leave the rest to you. Help!
Now, this has been going on for a looong time before they moved, but now it's getting into my nerves.
There's a certain article of clothing of mine, my sweatshirts. You touch my hoodies or my zip-ups and you get your fingers broken. But no, I have one of those siblings who wears my f-cking stuff all the time. Usually when I see him wear it, it's the last time I ever see it again.
Let's roll back to Christmas. My father bought me *$175-220* worth of sweatshirts and sweatpants. I got 3 zip ups and 3 hoodies, then 2 pairs of sweatpants.
Let's get back to today, now I currently have NONE of my zip ups and only TWO of my hoodies. Oh, and my one pair of sweatpants just recently went missing.
Now, onto this sibling whom needs to get the shit kicked out of him. When he wears my shit, I get pissed. When I get pissed, I yell. So, I yell at the twerp. Then from across the room comes my mother's voice, which as always, says "don't worry about it, he's not going to run off with it". WELL WHATYA TAP-DANCING-F-CKING-RABBIT-KNOW.
Here's my theory. He wears my stuff, takes it to school, wears it --> takes it off, leaves it somewhere and forgets about it, then when he remembers he doesn't give a f-ck because it's mine, not his, so no loss on his part. And that, right there, pisses me the f-ck off. I'm out all that money in expensive clothing now, and I haven't told my father but I plan on telling him pretty damned soon.
Now, I have no proof that this is what's going on, but the jigsaw puzzle was pretty easy to put together. The best part? It's going to be my fault for not "taking care of my stuff". Yeah, you know the whole "talk" about taking care of your stuff. But alas, it's *NOT* my fault because if you know my mother, you know her psyconess. So, when she ties my hands and lets that f-cktard run off in my clothes I have no power to stop it.
I'm pissed at everyone really, and most of all myself. It's a terrible feeling not knowing where your precious items are after they're purchased for you by someone who worked really hard for a long time to buy you them. I mean, there's my sweatshirt. Just one there, and instead of safely in my closet or in my dresser no, instead it's either in a bag off to GoodWill (school collects clothing that's 'lost'), a landfill, in a street somewhere, or in a hobo's wagon. And THAT is a terrible feeling.
Rant over (unless I edit and add more!!). Now I need some feedback; what do you think I should do to resolve the issue? I really need my clothes back, what's the best course of action to hunt them down (if at all possible)?? RIght now my only way of thinking about this is to tell my father and have him lay the beat-down on the runt and see what becomes of that, but that can go multiple ways and some of them end with me being the target, so I'll leave the rest to you. Help!
