It’s like they think I’m not capable of doing things just because I bum around the house and do nothing.  In fact, what they don’t know is that I get everything done outside of the house, so I don’t have to do anything when I get home.  Get homework done at school, so don’t have to do anything when I get home.  I can relax and not give a shit if I’m rude or have a bad attitude towards people.  When I go home, I can be a monster.  Not living up to anyone’s expectations.  Only outside do I have to put on this facade that I have no problem doing something for someone.  ”No problem, sir. I can do that for you.”  And to be honest, I really have no problem at all.  I am capable of doing things for other people.  Without complaining or saying, “no, I won’t do it.”  Even if it’s my job.  I don’t do things because I get paid for it.  I do things because I like to help people and I do it for them.  That’s the epitome of a career.  To love what you do for others.  But when I get home, I don’t want to do dishes.  I don’t want to clean up clothes off the floor.  I just want to sit back and relax and worry about myself.  It may seem selfish that I don’t do things for other people in all aspects of my life, but last time I checked, there’s nothing wrong with that.  Everyone needs their “me” time.  My family just doesn’t see the good side of me.  They always see the bad side.  And it’s not their fault.  I chose not to show it.  I just wish they would stop doubting my capabilities.  They act as if I’m so stupid.  They’re my family and yet they don’t know a single thing about me.  They really don’t.  They can think they do.  But they really don’t.