WARNING! I AM ABOUT TO RANT.
First off, you need to know I like to build things with Lego. And giving my liking to writing sometimes building a fantasy world in Lego with mini figures helps get the creative juices flowing.
Now I can tell you that I have two younger cousins that come over for thanksgiving, and every single year my Lego world is destroyed.
It's gotten to the point were I have to choose what's most valuable, box it up, and stick it on the top shelf.
Yet somehow, no matter what measures I take, destroyed.
I think the only way at least SOME of my things can be saved is for me to hide it in my closet on the very top shelf in the back.
As much as I'd like to see the damage I really don't want to know.
Now let me add another layer to my anger. I have another pair of cousins that build things too.
It's one thing for me to rebuild my stuff, quite another to rebuild someone else's.
I see these other cousins about twice a year and thanks to those destructive little boys the majority of Lego time is spent rebuilding.
I think I'm going to post the next chapter of Sad, Tortured, and British on FictionPress now, get my mind off Lego
*UPDATE*
It got worse. My heart breaks a little more everytime I look at it. I want to stop but I can't, it's like a bad car wreck I can't stop looking.
Part of me wants to rip apart their creations to see their reactions. Tell them that what they are feeling, the anger and sadness is what I'm feeling, only worse because they just wanted something to do. Ask them if they even considered what they were doing.
But I can't. I can stand up to people and tell them off about just about anything. But every year when this happens to my legos, I can't.
I suppose it's because I know they won't get it. Curse me and this knowledge because I'd probably feel alot better.
Then again I also hate conflict and would rather keep the peace, in that way I'm such a pushover.
To top it off I don't have a bed tonight. So yeah...today was fun.
Oh I also have to clean the mess up, not because they won't (Their parents will make them), I just know that...
Who am I kidding? It's over.
I just heard someone tell the kid their broken...thing...was an easy fix and it just sunk in. I really wish you could see this guys because you would know what I mean.
Well in conclusion to my sad and angry rant:
My(and my other cousins's) entire lego universe is destroyed
I really liked said lego universe
Silver Lining?
1. I have so many pent up feelings left, so I am going to be really productive in terms of writing tonight.
2. Lack of a quiet place to sleep will force me to stay awake meaning I can finish Fringe
3. I can also pick up the remains of my shattered universe.
I can't say I know exactly how you feel, but I'd like to think I'm close. I'm a pokemon geek and one year my visiting cousins saved their new (useless) game over my emerald version game, which had lugia and ho-oh and a whole slew of other valuable pokes. All legally obtained, mind you, which required physically attending a world championship to acquire and were impossible to replace without finding someone else who had attended the same event.
ReplyDeleteAnd also life is sucking for me in general right now.
So I feel your pain, if only a fraction of it.
~Mystery
Know the feeling. I mean, mysterious_orange knows close to how you feel, but I know EXACTLY how you feel. Every year my cousin's cousins (maybe my cousins too; I don't actually know) destroy my super-cool LEGO mobile home (I call it mine but it's actually my cousin's LEGO pieces). So I know exactly what you're going through.
ReplyDeleteJust so you know, I bet your other cousins really appreciate that you make an attempt at rebuilding their creations every year for them, even if it's not exactly right. That's mighty kind of you.