Power-reserve mode

You know, I think people as individuals have a number of things, annoyances if you will, that irritate them so much, they are forced to estrange themselves from whatever aggravates them so. Perhaps I have more than the average person, or perhaps I have less, who can say for sure? All I know absolutely, is that I encounter at least five of these annoyances every day here. And when these offenses, committed by a party that will remain unnamed, stack up enough times (as they most indubitably have), I find it impossible for myself not to shut down, to go away, to abandon them all to their own foolish trifles. It used to be that I shut myself away in my room, but while my room is temporarily occupied by a visitor who so foolishly placed herself in our midst, I am forced to find other means of escapement.

Until a few hours ago, that alternative reality was in the form of a particular computer game that, and those who know me will surely agree, appears to have the icy talons of addiction wrapped securely around me (hopefully I can explain exactly why this would appear so). It seems, however, that other people enjoy using the computer as well. I know, I was surprised too. First of all, they spend all of their time bickering that I was unaware they took pleasure in, or even knew how to do anything else. Second, no vocal representation of such desires ever reached my ears, and I assure you my headphones are not that securely placed in my head. I guess I am expected to be a mind-reading patriot to the cause of fixing a family that is quite unwilling to fix itself. As a side note, even if I could read minds, I would devoutly avoid directing such capabilities in the direction of any resident of this house. I fear the mental retardation some of them are burdened under would surely spread to myself.

So here I am, crouching in the corner of the remotest room that still receives internet connection, my so-called reign of tyranny over the iMac apparently over. I guess right now I'm debating the best course of action to take.

I could remain silent, like I always have. This accomplishes nothing, but leaves me in the convenient position of appearing neutral when, secretly, I despise most of them right now. I could adopt a harsh attitude of cynicism, which would, I'm afraid, only serve to further the distance between the already separated individuals of this shattered whole. I could become angry, which would get me temporary attention and affection, but would end in my father telling me to join the church and my brother telling me I will eventually commit suicide. In a nutshell, angry is out. I could be nice and affectionate and unconditionally loving to everyone, but I'm afraid I haven't the energy nor the motivation to help such stubborn-minded people who refuse to help themselves first. I could pick favorites and start a feud that would likely end in some predictably over-dramatic ending. Or maybe I could go play some more video games. That way I look like I'm being involved because I'm downstairs, but I can easily ignore all their bickering and sniveling and self-pity and their loathing and hating and ignorance and contemptuously immature mixture of irrationality and self-centered ideals (if they can even be called ideals). Sounds like a plan. I'll talk to you all later. ^_^