I am not a mind reader

*Rant, Caps insured*

Hm about a few weeks ago I was home by myself minding my own business when my dogs started barking. I thought like usual they are barking at no one until I heard someone knocking so I opened it to see my sister who apparently forgot her keys and gave me attiude for not opening it.

So I went to the toilet muttering If I open the door I get yelled at, if I don't open the door I get yelled at or get attitude. Somehow my sister hears that and yells at me (While I am in the toilet) and slams my bedroom door because I am in the toilet. So I get out, wash my hands and slam my door close because well she pissed me off by calling me self centered (How in the world did she even get that sentence is self centered is beyond me considering I was talking to my self. Which when I do MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!).

So then I hear her storming back from her room, of course this is actually typical unlike a normal sister she doesn't ignore the mutterings or ignore the slamming of the door (Which when she does it, nobody screams at her) tired of this I decide to place my bed against the door and stand behind where it would be....

Now maybe she takes steroids (jk) or my bed is lightweight but somehow she managed to open the door and the bed moves easily and she screams at me calling me a self centered bastard. Then she goes on about how she's sick and she has a sore back. So what I am a mind reader now? This isn't the first time she expects me to know when she is sick. Last year when she was doing the dishes and I came out to say hi she went psychotic on me and then started crying in her bed before lecturing me.. How was I supposed to know she had a cold? I am not a freaking mind reader! Yet somehow she misses the when I am sad or angry or can't stand being around her, and she calls me self centered (Trust me my sister is the most self centered, well second most self centered in the world and thinks the world revolves around her, gets it from my mother the temper and bitchy moods).

Now after she finished screaming at me she slammed my door and stormed away, so I open the door and slam it myself which she proceeds to make a scream (And I got scared that I thought her fingers got caught but no it's just her not able to ignore things). Now if this was the only time she was a bitch and expects me to know everything (And hello hearing impaired, watching TV + Dogs barking I am not going to freaking hear the door!).

So I run out of the house because otherwise I would do something I would regret. And then went to the petrol station and brought some chocolates and coke and gave it saying sorry to my sister...

But what was I apologizing for? The fact I was talking to myself (I have no idea how that first sentence that she went bitchy on would mean anymore then anything) or slamming my door. I didn't even say much to her, or the fact I didn't scream back.
And you know the worse part? She didn't apologize for calling me a self centered bastard which hurts. She barely ever apologizes for anything she ever says to me.

Not end of the rant.
In the following week on Thursday I had gone out down in the neighborhood and I don't know, I was ever so happy. I was singing to myself, even doing a little dance not caring what other people thought. I was happy, then I went home to eat lunch. As I went to the freezer my sis asks me why I am not going to my grandmother's house, because I had plans already made for Friday to go out to the shops long before she had told me this. And then she made it sound like I didn't care about them (They were in a car accident earlier in the year but I didn't go see them, I knew they would be okay), and at this point my happiness pummels to the ground.

So I walk out the door with her yelling at me. Halfway down the street you think that would get her to leave me alone, but no she proceeds to text me and tell me I am rude and selfish (I am sorry, does she drop a coin or so in those charity tins? Does she try to help people when she can? No I think that's me the guy who would give a homeless person 100$.)

Then I say fine I will come (So I don't have to deal with her) of course altering my plans, it's funny when she has plans I can't stop her but she drops the guilt bucket on me.

I am so tired of her, I am done with her and I need to get out of this house, I can't deal with her anymore. And answer me, do you think I am a selfish bastard?