Sick of my fat fucking family Howdy.  This is a rant about my brother and father, two incredibly fat and pathetic individuals. I’ve been spending time at my original family’s house, and I can't fucking stand how fat and pathetic my brother and father have become. A few days ago I say them together outback and I just asked "Is your plan just to keep eating grease and die as fat shits?" My dad's just a pathetic, abusive, fat idiot. He's self content, pedantic, and likes to turn small problems into big fights. He looks like a pathetic, beaten man.  He looks like this If you are at all appealed because it's an animal and it's somehow less responsible for it's condition or maybe it's related to specifically being a gorilla, remember that it's a human who has this gut and he is a human who beat his sons and fiddled with his daughters. My brother is more pathetic, but less evil. He is the culmination of two voids: talent and determination. He went to college for a STEM major, then made a little bit of money before switching to something like an assistant lawyer, and getting paid shit, before he finally realized he wants to be in my field, cs. Everyone knows if it has “computer” in the name there’s infinite job openings and you always make six  (hexadecimal) figures. But he has no love for it, he was decent at the other things but couldn’t commit (as you can imagine he’s a real heartthrob for the ladies, the only girlfriend he’s ever had was a nigger).  Most competent programmers loved computers and programming since they found out that it exists, and wrote games and little pieces of software all throughout their late childhood. Not this guy. He expects to roll into some C tier college for the second time as a 30 year old who’s never created anything (well, he made a manuscript about his favorite bible passages, not as an eighth grader, but last year) I really hate talking to him, and have stopped altogether, because he’s just really rude. For a time in late highschool I thought that everyone in the adult world kinda learned how to be polite, seeing as there’s no practical reason not to. Guess that’s not true. He interrupts all the time and starts yelling in arguments. He thinks he’s very clever even though he’s the exact mudsharking loser the elite want. He will interrupt me when I’m trying to tell him something, whether the subject is practical or entertaining, in a group or alone, to tell me what he thinks I am telling him, and he hasn’t been right. Just in any conversation its just like for him to listen is like, not even a fish out of water, because they can last a few minutes. It’s like poison for him.  And, he is a mouthbreathing, skinnyfat fuck with massive hips. Before we found out that the virus was a complete joke, he would eat canned beans from the food set aside as rations, even though we had so many other options. He gets up at 1 in the morning to eat whatever he can find, I can hear the microwave. He doesn’t eat a lot of fastfood, because he thinks he’s so clever. He eats a lot of what’s basically baby food, the chobani yogurt that’s more like pudding. He still lives at our parent’s house since graduation, and mom buys him protein drinks, because, clearly, he’s a growing (30 year old) boy who needs protein, even though he hasn’t been in a gym since freshman year of highschool. They’re half sugar, to appeal to people who want to think they’re serious about fitness.  This is an accurate representation of him, only my brother’s hips are bigger than his shoulders I realize that if these two idiots are so closely related to me, my genes can’t be worth that much, but I believe in improvement. If you have stories/rants about your fat family, I’m made entirely of ears.