So all my siblings have significant others, I alone am single. I am somehow seen as just floating in space, with nothing to do, just waiting for someone to direct me and ask me to help them move, or make them something, or fix something. To which I say, F-U-C-K, Y-O-U. No one else in my family is volunteered for as much bullshit as I regularly am, and I'm so fucking sick of it. And if I speak out as much about it, and refuse to do it, I'm met with shaming or eye rolling, casually disguised as playful jabs. I helped a sibling get a motorcycle on a trailer last night, and then he asks me to help him pack his shit, suitcases and whatever. I'm like fuck off, pack your own shit, I'm not a door man. I have work in the morning and you're going on a fucking joy ride around the country tomorrow with some chick, piss off you have all the time in the world to load your shit you helpless fuck.

I'm seen as some kind of major asshole for drawing a line when fucking no one else lended a hand when I helped unload the bike, unpack his shit, make custom accessories for the bike, help him move apartments fucking twice, and on and on and on. But I'm an asshole for drawing a line. I don't ask fucking NO ONE for help moving, or doing any of that shit. People act like everyone is so damn helpless, like they "NEED" the help. No, no I'm pretty sure a fit male in his 20s can schlep some fucking suitcases around just fine without me. Just the mere NOTION that I have other shit to do, or just don't give a flying fuck and would rather play vidya or write or read, is just OUTRAGEOUS. They act like they're doing me a fucking FAVOR by gifting me the opportunity to schlep their shit around or whatever because, well, I'm single, and I'm just alive to serve other people all day long and do their bidding because that's what makes me tick right? If I don't have a woman at home giving me shit, well they sure as fuck better share some of their bullshit with me - wouldn't want me missing out! Being Mr. Nice Guy, Mr. Yes, the ultimate middle management shit head, no highs or lows, no extremes, just a pudgy pile of crap that nods while I drool and my eyes glaze over because I'm dead inside.

So absolutely tired of it. My dad and I both get shit on by everyone else in the family, we're ONLY used as utilities when shit needs fixing, or muscle is involved, otherwise we're just seen as oddities and relegated to being snowman who people are only obligated to invite to family functions and whatnot. It's fucking pathetic. If it weren't for my dad I'd probably fuck off and float away, losing contact with everyone I ever knew.