I seem to be getting pissed off at the dumbest things lately. The general tone of the things that piss me off aren't necessarily the action, but just a lack of respect I associate with it. Examples- I was watching the Dark Knight. My brother comes in, turns it off to play my Wii. My Wii is constantly left on since I got it for Christmas and it's treated like it belongs everyone(treated badly). Same thing happens with the 360, but that's mine and Joe's and he's usually the one who leaves it on. I was playing one of my games. People come in and literally take over the system. Turn of my shit to play a different game/system. I live with my parents. I share a room with my little brother and Joe. While Joe contributes with chores, he is never asked to do a damn thing. My little brother does nothing. If all three of us are sitting in the room, I get asked to do whatever ever time. My little sister turned 21 in October. Thanksgiving weekend the whole fam goes down to AC for "Her birthday weekend". I'm not selfish, rather than pay for a room, I used one of my comps at Harrah's. I slept on the floor of that room. Even on vacation this year in the Outer Banks, my parents got the big room, my older sis and her bf get the next, my younger sis and her bf get the next, but my parents specified they needed seperate beds. Great in theory, but what did that leave? One room with a Queen for my brother, Joe, and me. I said fuck it and took the couch. When my mother felt bad later in the week and tried to get us to take turns, I told her I was fine, leave me alone, I'm unpacked. She replies, "Fine, but on the way home in Baltimore for the Yankee game, you get a bed no matter what." Hotel screwed up our reservation. We went elsewhere. Because of the game there was nothing available in Baltimore. We got 2 rooms. 1 with 2 fulls, 1 with a Queen and a pull-out. Guess where I slept? Don't get me wrong, I would have volunteered because I'm like that, but when we got the rooms my mother goes, "girls and bfs in the other room. Boys and me and your father in the other." When I questioned it, just for the response, I got, "Oh, well I didn't even think of it." I replied, "Yea, that's what I have a problem with. I could car less where I'm sleeping." The next day in Baltimore she kept asking me why I was so irritated and I told her it was because I attempted to sleep with a bar in my back all night. Literally, it was the most uncomfortable thing I have ever tried to use as a bed. Our room is a shit hole. 3 guys in one room, you can just imagine. But there is one problem. I'm not a mess. My room at school was always perfect. Little brother's at school is a mess. For as long as I've know Joe, his room has been a mess. Yet we all catch shit for it. My response is always the same. "Go in there and find one thing that's mine out of place, and I'll clean the whole room." I have yet to pick up their shit. Yet my ears are always being talked off about it and I live in a mess. Occasionally I even have to remove their stuff from my bed to go to sleep at night. Like if I flip out, I'm the crazy one, but I'm sick of this shit. IDK, am I over-reacting?