In the same vein of the women thread I'm sort of giving a try to a topic like this because I'm in grave need of some goddamn "therapy" (yeah, laugh it up Smutty) and Mass Effect isn't cutting it as much as I'd like it to.
Basically the idea is to bitch and moan as much as we do (though not recently) in the women thread, but with life problems instead of chick problems.
I'll go first, obviously, this will probably be a long run, so ONLY IF you're interested in reading this, be warned:
So, I know I didn't really say it out loud even though I should've, because I hold you guys to a very high esteem (if that's the expression), but I had to move out from Venezuela to Peru, basically because Venezuela is sucking excessively, Chavez is a fucking asshole and it doesn't look like he will be leaving anytime soon, so I packed my bags and left to live with my mom and uncle, having to leave my 4 year girlfriend behind, my dad, and all my friends.
At least I got to be back with my dog, Tommy, 11 years old and not a goddamn disease on that bastard, sometimes I think that fucker is Krypto.
So, anyways, I had to leave everything behind and move into a country that I always liked, then again, a lesson for those who don't know, just because a country is really nice on vacations, it does not mean it would be a good place to live, now, Peru is much more economically solid country than Venezuela, but cultures clash, peruvians and venezuelans are VERY different kinds of people, and just recently, after six months, I've barely managed to get into a group of friends over at my university, but it wasn't particularly easy, along with that, higher education teachers here in Peru are more old-school, and somehow believe that they are entitled to more respect than the regular student, this translates into teachers being uneducated, disrespectful assholes, not willing to change undeserved grades or even taking suggestions at how much their classes ARE A FUCKING WASTE OF TIME (I'm looking at you Mr. Choque).
So, Peru, all in all, is Mary Elizabeth Winstead as far as I'm concerned, but that's really the least of my issues.
My uncle, whom I will refer to as "Smokey" (better than just "X" or "Y", also he smokes like a chinese whore) is living with us now, Uncle Smokey is a kind, gentle, conversational, humorous person, kisses babies, helps old ladies and blind people cross the street, everyone likes him.
Me ? I can't wait until he gets the fuck out of my house and disappears from the face of Earth.
Why so ? May you ask, well, a little history will be needed to understand this situation. Uncle Smokey was always a charming little fellow who always liked music, his favorite singer is Sinatra, as such, his first career motion was towards being a drummer on a jazz band, but that failed horribly, he went to college but he also failed, he found a job at a telephone company, for a while it worked, for around ten years or so it went well, until he got his ass fired, was unfaithful to his wife and got divorced, acknowledged a son that to this day he doesn't even know if it's his, lost his apartment to his brother-in-law, and then went to live with my grandparents.
Now this is the part where it all gets fun, how did my uncle lived for almost 30 years with my grandparents ?
My uncle told my grandparents that he had a mental illness, and they decided to let him live with them, for the past three decades Uncle Smokey has been an incessant source of trouble, not being able to find a job, being disrespectful to my grandparents (grandfather dead now), manipulating everyone into believing he needs help for something all the time, not doing any chores, not bringing any money home, being the cause of endless family issues.
And now we got that trouble on ourselves, my mom and me, because he got kicked out by another uncle of mine with whom Uncle Smokey was living this time, my mother took him in because Uncle Smokey had been living on the streets for a week, given how it's her goddamn brother and she took pity on him.
But she's getting desperate, he gives excuses for not doing anything, there's problems with sending him to do the dishes or to sweep the floor with a broom, always an excuse, and I'm afraid because she is very emotional and I don't want to wake up one day and find that she had a heart attack due to the stress he puts on her.
Take notice guys, I'm leaving some BIG chunks of the story out, because this is a long mess that has been going on for thirty years, so if you don't understand ANYTHING, please say so.
Also, I'm not asking for help, I would never put that burden on you guys, I'm not asking for anything, but if you willingly take interest in this, I would appreciate any opinion, good or bad, I think it would do me good to talk this out..................even if there is no real talking involved.
Whatever happens with this "experimental thread" I would still be willing to help you guys out if you also have ANY sort of problems and you just need another fellow geek to figure them out.