My brother and I left school after staying late for our various meetings. He had eaten lunch during his lunch period [which is around 9AM] and I had not eaten lunch yet. It was currently 3PM.

Seth and I went straight to Subway to pick up a bite to eat [ugh! I love Subway =], then drove a few towns over to meet my dad and little sister Anna to work out [for softball/baseball].

Cause we came straight from school so we were in my dad’s red sports car [the one I drive to and from school every day].

Anyway, when Seth and I got home from workouts, I waited for Dad and Anna to arrive back home so I could hand dad the car keys [he previously got mad at me once before for having his keys and not putting them back: when I took his SUV keys to school by accident after having them the night before when I had to use his SUV to pick him up at the train station]. Anyway, I waited a while before getting in the shower so I could give him the keys straight away.
He didn’t come home for a while so I waited 45 minutes before getting into the shower.
10 minutes after I got in the shower he starts banging on the bathroom door;
yelling how I have to return the keys to HIS car to him [or back to where the keys go in the house] as soon as I get home. I get out of the shower and crack the bathroom door open and politely tell him that his keys are on my lanyard key chain in my bag, which is on the kitchen table. Then I close the door and hop back in he shower.

He just returned home about a half hour ago. He literally walks in the door and begins yelling at everyone in the house for various [and meaningless, unnecessary things]. This happens about 90% of the time he comes home.

This time, he decides to pick on Seth first. Next, me.

He was yelling that all his keys weren’t on his key chain
[which may i add he took off my key chain while i was in the shower]. Then he yelled more at me for putting his keys on my key chain.

I just thought to myself:

“Oh. I’m sorry. Let me not put your car keys on my keychain that way im way more likely to lose the keys or take forever to find them in my bag every time I need to get in the car.“

Honestly though, is it really necessary to come home an just start yelling and picking fights? You think I want to fight all the time? Nobody wants to be around someone who is always causing problems. It’s just like my Dad says [ironically enough]:

“Nobody wants to be around someone who is complaining and miserable all the time… Nobody wants to be around someone who just argues constantly.”

Really Dad? Really. Because I’m pretty sure that’s how you are. How’s that for irony?