User blog comment:SibunaSeason34/May Vent Blog/@comment-5180442-20150514193253

I hate how hypocritical my family is.

God forbid I forget to show any manners but the second I call them out for chewing with their mouth open, talking with their mouth full, not saying please and thank you, not pardonning themselves after releasing gas, I'm instantly the enemy and I need to learn how to hold my tongue. Meaning, the people that raised me to have good manners don't - and when I asked my mum about this, she said she didn't have to practice what she preached. Um, what?

God forbid I tell the dogs to be quiet but it's fine for them to scream at them (note: We don't mistreat our dogs. We only tell them to stop barking if it's clearly over nothing and it's been going on for a while).

God forbid I ask my family to be a bit quieter to allow me to study but the second I start playing music a bit too loudly or I slam my door with too much force, I'm in the wrong.

There's just so much more but UGH. I don't even feel like I really know my family.