The Green Pulp

I’m in the phase of my life where I want to see my parents and brother as little as possible. I don’t know why, but they annoy me with every single word they say. My brother becomes a real smart-ass, he’s thirteen now and he’s such a nuisance, although I ofcourse love him and I sometimes adore spending time with him. My mother, however, is in the phase of her life where she wants to have an awful lot of happy-family-timespending.. Which means she asks me a lot of questions about my life. I usually answer them with ‘nothing’ or ‘I don’t know’, which makes her irritated, which makes me irritated, which makes her irritated and so on. Also, I’m kind of a snappy person, I don’t think before I shoot out the words and my little brother is kind of emotional, which leads into a lot of painful moments where he runs off crying, making me feel like a real bitch. I’m sorry you guys, but it’s just sarcasm that overrules me, and commanding me to be nice does. not. help. It makes me feel even more guilty when my parents have a food-disagreement.

Mother: “Do you want more of the guatemole?”
I: “It’s guacemole.”
Mother, doesn’t listen: “It’s real nice, the guatemole is really delicious!”
Father, doesn’t answer.
I: “Guacemole.”
Mother: “Oh really?” Then she puts a lot of the green pulp on my father’s plate.
Father, looks at it quite unhappy, but then starts eating. He looks like he’s having a bad time.
Mother: “Nice, aye?”
Father nods.

How spoiled am I? I nag about everything, and don’t want to eat my mother’s homemade guacemole because it’s green and pulpy. My father doesn’t like it either, but he DOES eat the whole lot! Are all sixteen-year-old people like this? Spoiled, snappy and stoopid? I feel rather guilty. I can’t do anything for another person without getting anything back for it. Wow. I feel like a complete moron now, maybe I should do some more voluntary work.
Ciao x