I believe the following post would be what you call, teenage angst.

One word. Chillax. All it took, and baam, snapped. How do I cope with crazy angry mad people and all this negativity floating around every saturday and sunday? I shut up, pretend that nothing's going on and carry on with my own business (trust me it works). I suppose that's how you interpret it as "an easy target". Well let's see, I can yell as much as I wish, and get all of that hatred and rage in me, including a bonus of not having to deal with clever, sarcastic comebacks that would only anger me more? By all means, I'd take that. Of course, I suppose you think you're winning the argument. But hey, if it means putting an end to all of this intense rage then I suppose I could just sit back, maybe smile in the mirror, and move on.

The way I see it, I'm just training myself to exercise some a lot of emotional control and self restraint, no biggie. It's really great you know, being the only one in this house to probably, respond to the endless nagging and pushing, with one annoyed face and a slightly raised voice and to then be the one bearing all the consequences for the entire family's responses. 

See, here's the little part of logic that I don't quite get. You can put up with a grumpy fellow's horrendous attitude which may I add, is on the extremes, and mind you, equally loud and annoying responses back at you but you can't put up with "chillax"? And to get to the point of, (screaming at the top of her lungs before slamming the room door) "you say that one more time and i'd kick you out of the house". Well, I actually would prefer to stay overnight, alone, at a friend's right now than deal with all this mumbo jumbo.  The drama's just wayyyy tooo muucchhhh, especially for a mellow, peaceful, calm, laidback person like moi. I'm Switzerland, I don't handle high intensity situations.

The way I see it, you just can't deal with the idea of seeing other people happy. It's sad really, focusing all that energy on the negative side of things. You can't stand it when you're the one having to do work while others can enjoy themselves. I get it, everyone gets it because everyone has their fair share to bear. Everyone experiences that everyday, it's part of how the world works which may I just add, does not revolve around you. I have to run to the supermart every weekend to do the shopping for the week (liable to all the mistakes I have made, missing out on food, forgetting to put things in the freezer), I wake up every morning to walk the dog for 3 times a day in the hot sun with the mosquitoes, and there are others who work equally hard while others are having a good time. There is a time for everyone.

I'm just sick of hearing the same excuse, repeated a hundred times over for every single situation, a reason for you to act the way you do. I get that people have anger issues and a short temper but there is a limit with how much a person can handle, especially when it's a random, sudden outburst, not including an apology at the end. And that brings me to the next point. 

You can't admit you're in the wrong. Admit it, it's true. I admit, I myself tend to insist that I'm in the right and I hate to be in the wrong. But there comes a time, when you have to admit the mistakes and accept the fact that you were wrong. How do you expect anyone to deal with someone who will always insist (and resort to the crazy outbursts) that you are right, even if they know for sure that it's wrong? As understanding as I try to be, I'm not the type of person who will put up with this and then when you approach me as if everything's fine again, I will accept it. It's like I'm both the enemy and ally at different times of the day. It just does not work. 

People see me as cold and emotionless, well I call it strength. 

illegitimi non carborundum.

After all these years and the endless drama, I must say I've done a pretty good job at adapting. You don't fight fire with fire. Something like this happens, you just keep quiet, let them say what they have to say or yell, shout, whatever (doesn't hurt to let them think they are winning anyway) and then it will blow over. I've had my fair share of experience over the years to know that it works every time. The way I see things now, it's just a couple more months and I'm off for university. I do really, feel very sorry for the furniture in the room though. Those poor doors and drawers, yikes.