Daggum Sisters

     My sisters irritate me to no end. It's almost like they have no joy in life if I'm not miserable. And it's not just one, it's three of them, and they operate in a trio when it comes to pissing me off. They're like Lay's chips, can't fight just one, which doesn't even make sense, seeing as they're fighting each other all the time. Clearly they are not true allies, they just chose me as a common enemy.
     Yesterday I got pretty upset. Actually that's an understatement. I was damn near murderous. The reason why I was so mad was kinda ridiculous, and, honestly I'm disappointed in myself a little because I never thought I was one of those people that couldn't take what I dished, but something just snapped yesterday and I couldn't deal with it. The three of them made me the butt of their joke, is what happened. I voiced my opinion, and they laughed in my face for it. I'm pretty sure I've done the same thing to them plenty of times and it's the same thing but it just felt like it was different, mostly because I was the victim.
     Then again, it was different because several factors. First, I don't go about it they way that they do. I never just tell them that their opinion is wrong or pointless, I explain to them why it is wrong or pointless--in an embarrassing fashion, of course, but at least they get an explanation as to why I disagree. Also, I do it with a lot less laughing, or if I do laugh, I set it up so that I'm laughing with them, not at them. Second, I never have a team to back me up on it. That's something they save especially for me. Whether one of them is right or wrong, the other two will back her up whole-heartedly and I can't get a word in edgewise.
     What made it particularly maddening was that, this time, my mother was in on it too, daring to take their side when I solicited her support. I admit, it was my fault for bringing her into the conversation, but that was the only way I had a chance of my sisters believing they were wrong, because a man can never be right alone, he has to have a woman's seal of approval. But Lo!, and behold, my mother says exactly what they said. I went about ape shit at that point, and my mother had the audacity to ask me why I was so upset. I was so insulted by the situation that I just got up and left.
     I'm still kinda perturbed about the whole thing, and I don't really see the situation any different by writing this, but oh well, it's writ' now.

As for existence points, -20 for having a vagina because if you do, you're part of the problem. + 50 for reading the whole thing, and +30 for at least acknowledging the possibility that I could be right.

JOSH, THE SHERM