I don't really have much emotional attachment to my own family members. I don't feel much for them. I see them more as people who happen to provide for you. Not much else. It's become like a parasitic relationship in my mind. I just don't care about them.
Then I have my possessions. I've got a hat collection, my PC, 3DS, tablet (not drawing tablet, because those cheapskates wouldn't really buy something like that, regardless of my own talents), anime/Vocaloid necklaces, and such. I would pay to keep those protected, using the money my parasite hosts give me. And I'd buy more to keep me company, especially the plushie collection on my bed.
Tell me, people. Am I wrong in the head? Am I incorrect in how I feel towards my own flesh and blood? Honestly, it would make sense to me. I don't really spend much time with them, so I turn to video games and TV shows to keep me company. And this became a habit of mine as I grew up. If I want to buy things, and they tell me it's a waste of money, HOW ABOUT YOU SHOVE THOSE FUCKING GEMSTONES DOWN YOUR GODDAMN THROAT, YOU FUCKTARD!
Ahem. They did explain how buying jewelry and waiting for some years will make them more valuable. Eh, I can sorta understand that. It's like the stock market. And I get how they'd want to save money in anyway. WHEN YOU'RE COUGHING YOUR LUNGS OUT AT AGE 80, I'D LEAVE YOU ON THE FLOOR THAN SPEND 2 DOLLARS ON YOUR SHITTY-
Blah blah blah. If you're gonna splurge on a 3rd car THAT NO ONE FUCKING NEEDS, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, then you've got money for a Switch or PS4. And I would understand your concern. Once I get it, I'm only gonna, what, play on it for 3 times a month? FUCKING GAMES! YOU WANT ME TO STARE AT THE MENU FOR 239857409855 HOURS, YOU SHITHEAD!?
Of course that's more waste of money. Who'd wanna spend like 50 bucks or something on a game? Right? WELL WHO'D WANNA SPEND 1340837598 ON A FUCKING ROCK!? FOR FUCK'S SAKE!
So, yes. I love my toys and gadgets so much more than my own parents and siblings. They can go suck on cactus juice, jump into a garbage disposal unit, burn in a fucking fire, and get crushed by a meteorite.
Des: And there's no fucking way that'll even begin to douse my hatred of them.
P.S. I dropped out of college after the first year, because I was already feeling murdery/suicidal. If you're still studying, or working, good for you. You have worries and problems that are not the same as mine. Hurray.