The Perks of Being Utterly Average: Blog Ahead, Make My Day

Family. Just what exactly is a family?
"Ohana means family. Family means no one get left behind or forgotten." That's how Disney says it.
According to sociology, the family has the primary function of reproducing society. Ew
For Angelina Jolie: "Family is what grounds you."
Family means and is something different to everyone. For some it's living hell, for some it is a real life paradise. For me it varies between the two.
Don't get me wrong, sometimes my family is great.
Like this:

Sometime's they're downright hilarious, like this:

And other times? Well. Other times it's nothing like that at all. It's screaming and fighting and horrible and annoying and nasty and accusing and just not fun at all.
Now I'm not a saint. I'll admit that to anyone. I have my problems, I'm not holier than thou and I do my fair share of the bickering too. But it's the times where I do nothing wrong that I seem to get moaned at the most. And that pisses me off like nothing on earth.

Don't believe me do you? Okay then, an example is needed.
Yesterday (Saturday 22nd) I was going upstairs and heard my dad talking to someone. I asked "who were you talking to?". What I got was a massive yelled rant about he is allowed to talk to people without having to answer to me and I should mind my own business. But with many expletives that I have excluded. Makes no sense to you? Good, I'm not the only one.

And that's when family is the worst. My parents can go through days of ignoring my existence for the most stupid things; me having a different tea to them because I don't like pork, watching a movie or tv show without my dad even though I taped it, having a can of Irn Bru because all I do is sit on my arse and drink fizzy juice all day. At the time of the Irn Bru incident, it was my first fizzy juice in about a fortnight.
But seriously, my parents can over-react. If there was an Over-Reacting Competition (there probably is somewhere) my parents would win the first prize every time.

Most recent example? This morning. I put a sock in the washing after my mum had already done that wash and apparently that ruined everything. Why the sock couldn't just wait in the basket until the next wash? I have no clue. So I got told to stay in my room because she "couldn't even look" at me for a while. So I've done as I was told, stayed in my room and what just happened?
I got yelled at. Again. For not having showered. Even though I was told not to leave my room, and last time I checked there wasn't a shower in there.
#ConfusionCentral

But on the other hand, sometimes my family is great. We all get along, have movie nights with chocolate and chinese food, we go on walks along a beach, kayaking at the reservoir. We just have fun.

But recently the good and bad has been about 50/50. Especially with my sisters who can be all "do you want a drink when I go through?" to "get yourself a fucking drink!" 30 seconds later. And there's Lauren, who has recently discovered that although mum can hear her swear from another room, she can't hear the movement of her middle finger flicking up at me. And that's my 12 year old sister. God knows what's going to happen once she turns about 15.

So recently I've come to a conclusion:
I sometimes like my family, I sometimes don't. But I don't have a choice about who they are. I have to live with them, put up with them and somehow come out unscathed. So they're my mandatory family. The family I'm forced into having.