I'd rather beat your kid, but...

The first thing I can think of to write is that, out of everything in the world, the last thing I want to hear is a 16-year old girl talk about oral sex. Have you ever met someone who is so agitating, so annoying that that only way you can imagine standing them is is they are standing in another state, and that state is several states away? Enter Jessica. Curled up on the couch with with her 22 year old boyfriend (Whom I respect and am disgusted by because, respectively, he has the patience to deal with this child and because he dates that same child) she is the epitome of ignorance. I had to leave the room because of her irritating laugh, her homophobia, and her total lack of anything resembling couth or class. I'd like to try and describe her, but words are somehow failing me. She's the kind of person that- no matter what is going on, who is in pain, who's talking, who's at the edge of sanity- she has to be the center of attention. As the center of attention she has to be making someone else feel like they are dumber, uglier, less successful and worse than she is. Possibly the reason why this is so irritating is because she is one of the least intelligent people alive, which makes it hard to argue. Also, everything she says is a loud, screechy yell so whether you're talking about the weather or the presidential election (She says she voted for Bush, by the way. Which is ridiculous if it's true and even more because it's not.. Did I mention she's 16?) it sounds like you're arguing with her. She saw a picture of my best friend online and immediately launched into a bunch of questions about who he was, and if I was having sex with him. When she found out that he's gay it launched into another realm of questions that I was not prepared or willing to answer. I refuse to debate the morality of homosexuality with a 16 year old who's screaming defense in the middle of the night is "It's just gross!"
So I walked away and took a pause to do the dishes and clean the kitchen in my Uncle's cabin because I felt like I had to be alone, I needed the room to be very clean and I really really needed something to do with my hands. Had anyone else been awake at 1230am, they would have said this was Obsessive Compulsive behavior, but I like to think of it as behavior roughly on par with "Hey, at least I'm not beating the shit out of your 16 year old." Id' much rather explain a clean kitchen than a unconscious adolescent bigot, even if the latter is what I'd prefer.