#actual rant

i can sort through my clothes at each of their houses pretty well but i def need to compile everything and do a deep sorting. most likely its gonna be when i move out for college because i don't have the time to do that much sorting.

i have a couple repeats in types of pieces (like a bug and leaf type shirt) and sometimes all of them end up at one of the houses all together and I’m like- I DONT NEED 4 BUG SHIRTS WHEN DID I GET 4 BUG SHIRTS??? they are good shirts but i dont need that many

He’s a scientist and statistician at heart, so you’d think reasoning and statistics would help. Instead, though, he just forms an opinion and then focuses on things that reinforce that bias over and over again. Thank fucking god he’s still like super left wing and shit so I’m not battling like. a trump supporter. but it’s smaller shit like his opinion on nuclear power, weed, and nonnutritive sweeteners (all are evil and super dangerous) and he won’t set it down until he believes he’s convinced you.

He’s also like. Rather fucking emotionally volatile when you try to confront his beliefs. I don’t want to imply that emotions have no place in debates or that having no emotions makes you superior, but in situations where I would confront any other member of my family or friend group with, like, research papers and conversations to identify their thinking/reasoning and maybe even confronting those base worries, I just can’t do it with him. He’s incredibly stubborn, and it took him literally like a fucking week for him to be able to put into words why he was so fucking against the idea of painting out house anything but yellow after I asked him for the third time over the course of the year we took to get a painter. The answer was that he just didn’t want the house anything but a warm color, and I had been looking at blues. That was it. It’s incredibly hard to have any kind of a productive conversation when you’re effectively dealing with a slightly spongy wall.

Now, he’s been out protesting at every opportunity he can, and he’s supportive of Palestine. However, there have been particularly loud protesters at some events he’s been at, making a big scene about needing to do something about the situation. He’s been rather frustrated at these people, and the first time it happened, I somewhat understood, because it was a single person causing a big scene and loudly accusing every organizer of not caring about Gaza when it was a sustainability event and march. One of those situations where it’s not appropriate since we can care about multiple things at the same time. The second time, though, was at a town hall for our Senator, and people were loudly protesting there, which I fully support! Get your fucking representatives’ attention, the town hall isn’t designated for any particular event and this is important! But he just seemed frustrated at them because “you’re turning people against your cause by acting like that” and I am. Trying to figure out how to tell him that if people being angry about Gaza at a town hall with our Senator turns people off of supporting Gaza, then they weren’t very good supporters to begin with and don’t have a good grasp of what’s going on. But I feel like if I mention this to him he’ll get huffy and defensive and I don’t know if it’s worth it because he does still support Palestine so it’s not like he’s veering off a scary path or anything.

Meanwhile I’m so fucking serious about the nonnutritive sweeteners thing. My dietician wanted me to cut back on sugar, so I’m trying some to sweeten my coffee with instead because while he did fear monger the shit out of them when I was a kid, my sister has been having them just fine and I don’t seem to be allergic to them, plus I’ve heard alternate view with actual sources to back them up. Now he keeps making comments about how bad they are for you and how he read an article they cause dementia (spoiler alert: read the actual study on that, that is a GROSS oversimplification of what the study found) and I’m just trying to eat food, but I can’t even get my sister to back me up on talking to him about this because we’re both just too fucking paralyzed by having to confront him.