Dancing in my Room

I'm back home for Christmas.
Day 2, and I've already been told by both sisters to "shut up" or "GOD! Shut up!" 5 times.
Lovely.
Really, is it my fault that, back with my grandmother, I spend the day talking to myself. Running daily commentary? Yes, I'm delusional. And, yes, they hate me for it. Then, after telling me to shut up, they get all cheery and "OMG! GUESS WHAT?!"
And then everyone wonders why I spend my time at home stuffing my face and eventually freaking out at everyone, about the day after New Years...
Fucking retards.