The Gate.

Ok. So the day started out pretty normally. And by normally I mean with arguing and by arguing I mean shouting.(Oh and door slamming, lots and lots of door slamming).Right back to it, so my dearest siblings were screaming at the top of their lungs at one another.

 And while loud humans is not particularly out of the ordinary, hearing my brother and sister actually communicating with one another without (me) the interpreter present in very rare. Let me put it to you this way, if my brother and sister were leaders of countries in the U.N, we'd have some serious communicative issues and several assassination attempts under our belts. I know what you're thinking, not my problem, right? Wrong. It became my problem when their caffufle woke me up.

I like to think of myself as a night owl, meaning in my case not a morning person also meaning that anyone brave (or stupid enough) to disturb me from my late morning slumber is laying their life down at my feet. And just what pray tell was so world shattering, so anger inducing as to cause such a mid morning raucous? A gate. That's right folks, they were arguing about a gate. A broken gate and this all mighty gate that was central to the disagreement was broken by my younger sister whilst making an attempt to enter the property (less formally known as, the back yard or garden if you're fancy).

I hear you friend when you say, 'but dear storyteller, what does this have to do with your brother and sister's argument?' And I believe you would be dead right. However, in order to understand why there would be an argument instead of a request for help of the fixing the broken gate variety, you must understand that we have on our hands not any normal 13 year old girl but a teenage sociopath (ok well maybe that was made clear by the blog name but still) And the 13 year old sociopath does not look to acquire help when making a mess of things but instead sees fit to lay the ultimate blame at someone else's (in this case my brother's feet).

Let us please follow the wonderful path of logic given when I crawled downstairs to play mediator. The conversation went a lot like this.

Me: Why are you shouting?

13yr Sociopath: THE GATE'S BROKEN!

Brother a.k.a victim: YOU BROKE IT!

13yr Sociopath: YEAH BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T LET ME IN!

Me: Well where's your key?

13yr Sociopath: I'VE LOST IT

And that is where she lost me. The little sociopath was basically claiming that the primary cause of her using brute force to open the back gate was not infact her inability to find her key but instead was because my brother who lives in the attic and is deaf as a doorpost (mum's words not mine), was unable to hear her. Now of course another blow to her defence is that every member of our household has a key, a key that is their responsibility to keep in their possession. Of course to a 13 year old sociopath who has no grasp of what actual responsibility is because she has been catered to her entire life, the word responsibility might as well mean any of the other following words she has never heard of. Grace, modesty, selflessness, self awareness, respect, honesty. I could go on (and I will). Kindness, intelligence, common decency etc.

The main point is, that I was woken up much sooner than I wanted to be because my sister is an idiot.