My sister had sex in MY ROOM.

It's sad.
It's true.
And it has altered my perception on sexual intercourse.

After having had my floor's chastity violated by and oveenthusiastic boyfriend, my sister has now officially abused my room. I mean, it is my room, goddamnit, keep  your hormonal overflow out of it.! ALL OF YOU! She didn't use protection. Hello? Isn't the younger one (me, in this case) supposed to be the irresponsible one! I promise I will protest if any question of abortion (God forbid!!!) comes up.

It really made me think. What's my hurry? Why do I need to have sex, NOW? Because Aayoosh Sapra makes it sound like a horrible deformity not to have lost virginity in your teenage? BAD reason. Because I'm curious? But, I am not. Because hell, I'm in a relationship and that's that's the next thing to do? Heck, I'd rather stay single if THAT qualifies as a reason..

Okay, don't ask me, So, what DOES qualify as a good reason?
Because I'll come up with something corny like, "love" and "security".. and you're going to puke. But. That's me. Take it or leave it. Maybe I should use this approach more often...

Anyway. My sister's boyfriend is an asshole. They were supposed to have broken up!.. Since there's no one I can clearly tell what exactly I think of that smartassed motherfucker.. I'll blabber away here.
He's a dopehead. A bloody ugly sight to see. Annoyingly smartassed  ( I can't mention that enough number of times..). Disrespectful. Irresponsible. Immature. Pretentious. Mean.
I can't begin and end about his useless exploits in one whole day.. Pointless venture. He calls her ugly names, and doesn't really love her.. and they're in this bloody sado-masochistic relationship where both enjoy the most when the other is in pain.. but that's also the time they're hurting themselves the most.
It's bizzare.. They had the ugliest of fights I have ever seen and here they were today, with my mom IN the apartment, and them having sex..
Very tentatively I asked .. "Did you use my beanbag?"
"NO!" she said, and I couldn't have been more relieved!
My poor abused room!
Fuck, I hate the guy's guts. I hate my sister's guts. And I hate the helpless situation I'm in- I can't tell her what to do, and I can't ask her to go away.. No space, no privacy.. and certainly no personal life. It's like my bloody dramatic college away from college.
Am I whining too much?
See, I'm doing it again. Just because I'm aware of a reader I know, I'm making subconscious effort to be coherent, and sound just. My thoughts effectively blocked. That won't do. That isn't what I opened an anonymous blog for!

I really don't know what to do.. She's a lovely person, but she's overstaying her welcome. I would be glad to have her out. Call me rude, but I'm used to staying alone.. And I rather like it that way.

Ugh! That reminds me of her boyfriend. The bloody asshole doesn't know me, and just because I didn't take his side OR my sister's in their meaningless, unintelligent fight- he called me confused! Excuse me? You've known me for 10 minutes you bloody judgemental freak!

You need to be told bluntly

He's this virtuous saint propagating morals to the young'uns.. What sort of coffee you should have, when you should have sex, how you should treat your little sister, how a little sister should treat their elder brother, how one should marry, WHEN one should marry, what indian culture and morals are like..
I say, FUCK off. YOU can dope, YOU may do whatever you like, whenever you like. Just because you have a certain typecast indian lady painted in charcoal colours in your brains, every fucking girl should behave according to your moral grade scale. BLOODY INCOMPETENT BASTARD. No one has ANY right to tell me what to do. I will take advice, ask for it, indeed, if I need it, from people I respect. Not losers who hang around doped on streets whom I met just minutes back.

Oo0ooh! That felt good.
Anyway, this is a situation I can do nothing about.. I can only look at my abused floor and sniffle in sadness.

*sniff*