ITT:

Autist trying his best to make his little brother as autistic and retarded as himself.

He likes to play with his electronic lego train and without knowing how to read chess coordinates, he flips to the back of the novel and presses me about the coordinates, that he can't read.

 

If I am baby diaper autism, this fucker is the शिव of autism.

I mean, I knew how to read chess coordinates when I was 8 but this is really nothing an 8 year old kid needs to know if it does not want to.

 

I hope this thread is a bait.

Yes, I didn't urge him. I want him to read the novel from page one to page end, and then I can work the coordinates of the games that happen in the novel as we go on. However he was transfixed on the codes like it was the secret to all life.

 

I feel bad for him because my mother doesn't understand that with chess there is no trying when you are older. This sickening liberal mentality that older people can achieve the same things as people who started when they were children is fucking destroying my little brother's chances at turning his autism into something that will give him a title worth noting.

 

Grandmaster Adam has a very sound ring to it.

International Business Management BSc Adam doesn't.

You are a clown.

The only thing that distinguishes a jester from a king is superiority.

Magnus and Nakamura behave like insolent children, at the dismay of a lot of the chess elite, but because of their superiority they are tyrants.

 

I want my brother to be a tyrant more than a jester. Superiority means hyper-education, high skill, self defence capabilities. Taekwondo takes care of the last, but soccer is mostly for 'fitting in', which, if you want to be a doctor or someone else hyper-educated is counterintuitive.

I don't even read your posts. How does that make you feel, schizo?

Sleepy.

tl;dr

Update:

 

My mother and brothers bought a new 'book', a fifty page Lego playset that LARPed as a history book with factoids. My little brother already had plenty of Lego's beforehand.

 

I got angry, talked pissed at them, told my little brother he's never ever going to make it in chess and that even if he wanted to, he couldn't because he's dumb. He put his paws on my new chessboard so I hit him on the arm.

 

Pretty annoying kid that he tells me he's relatively happy with the gift and then tells my mother to return it, and that my mother tells me she's probably not returning it only to return it. She has fourtyfour thousand euros in her bank account and I have only loans and debts.

 

I campaigned in the city with flyers with two other youths and when I came back my mother wasn't very happy. We got in a fight and she talked angrily at me, so I made threats and death threats. I told her that it was smart of her if she didn't touch me because I would probably hit her really hard.

 

I left, blocked her on all communication platforms and then came back to grab my stuff and leave.

 

I feel a bit ashamed at this, but I also think that they shouldn't have disrespected me by returning my gift and buying a fucking LEGO playset, calling it fucking educational, and buying yet another 'history' factoid book when we already had plenty of history books and LEGO sets.

 

Stupid cheap, greedy bitch wouldn't return my money because I had bought my little brother a book, completely forgetting it was on MY TERMS.

 

Their mediocrity ticks me off. I am ashamed at what I said and did but I will not make amends or apologies because for their sake and mine, it's better if maybe I go six months or a year avoiding them. Then I can decide how I should approach them again if at all, and to what extent I want to be part of their family.

 

I wonder if I should kill myself for being such a piece of shit, mediocre faggot. I could get some narcotics, since suicide by hard drugs is said to be painless. I could buy sleeping pills and ingest them all and all of my suffering would immediately end. I really want to die, this life has little purpose and God is a joke.

 

TLDR; I fucked up and shit hit the fan because my family disrespected me and my autism powered up.

Oh yeah, fucking hilarious.

When I came back to get my shit, she had lost her anger.

She noticed I had blocked her even though I told her I wouldn't, but I told her never to contact me again after she told me maybe visits weren't necessary, especially not when my brothers were home.

 

So she lost her anger, tried to argue for controlled visits when my brothers were absent. I know what kind of death trap this is.

 

I told her that this is bullshit and that she would remain blocked and that I was going to fuck off and maybe I would see her when I was old.

 

My younger brother who wasn't the spoiled shit was asking me to talk it out, but I ignored him.

 

I then left, and on my way out grabbed three cookies from an entire box of cookies. She looked at me in an insanely pitiful manner and told me to take the entire box of cookies. I told them to have a nice life and fucked off.

 

I wonder if this is alright. I think that if I do not visit them or contact them for one or three months, I will be able to not visit them for ten or more years. I think it's alright if I permanently stopped contacting them. It would make suicide easier.

 

Her idea was that I would go away, as I was angry, and after having made up my mind come like a silly, impudent child to visit them and play the good son on her terms; which is to say; I sit in silence and tell them about my day and listen to shitty advice and lecturing and when they need me for help, I help and when they need me for something else, I do that too and all the while she controls everything.

 

FUck that noise, nigger. Fuck that shit.

 

I am an adult. If they want to be a retarded pointless family, they can be one. All fun has to be 'safe', all conversations have to be 'safe', if I want to buy a gift it has to be the thing the child most desires, if I want to teach the child a life lesson it has to be 'safe' and 'voluntary'. Atheism doesn't exist and homosexuality is okay if it stays outside of the house.

 

Alright, good, good, good. Live your lives and die like livestock, I will sit on my own loneliness until it's too much to bear and then I will kms.

 

I fucking hate this life, everything is mediocre and pointless and everyone is fucking stupid. I think I won't be older than thirty, I will kill myself before I become thirty years old. I will overdose on heroin or sleeping pills or something else painless.

You're not an adult. You should seek therapy or kys. But you should certainly shut up. Nobody wants or needs to hear your shitty opinions.

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