So it's time to go visit at my dad's house for thanksgiving dinner.
I hate visiting my family.
They're all good people, mind you. And pretty cool, most of the time. And the food will be awesome.
Except they also can be the most extremely judgemental and critical people I know. And you never know who you're gonna get. For instance, when they hear I've been 6 days without a cigarette, they might say "Hey that's awesome, congratulations."
Or they might say "Well it's about fucking time. God I can't believe you were stupid enough to smoke in the first place. Talk about a waste of money! You know better than that."
Or when they hear about my temporary seasonal job making wreaths. They might say "Hey, that's cool. It's good, honest labor, and it's a start in the right direction towards finding permanent employment, and it sounds like you're getting really good at it."
Or they might all gang up on me and say "Hey boy, you can't be fucking around with jobs like that anymore! You've got a family. It's time to man up and start taking like seriously, for once! Get a real job!"
And of course, if I were to actually defend myself, I get the "You've got attitude problems, boy. I can't believe we invited you into our home offered you dinner and this is how you thank us!? You come in here with this hostile attitude and just start yelling at everyone!? What's up with that?"
This isn't all the time, in fact it's not even the majority of the time. But it happens enough that I feel like I can't share any part of my life with my family. I'm constantly being evasive, bending the truth or outright lying to them to avoid this. So I'm always really uncomfortable around them. The entire time I'm there it's like I'm at a job interview.
I hate visiting my family.
They're all good people, mind you. And pretty cool, most of the time. And the food will be awesome.
Except they also can be the most extremely judgemental and critical people I know. And you never know who you're gonna get. For instance, when they hear I've been 6 days without a cigarette, they might say "Hey that's awesome, congratulations."
Or they might say "Well it's about fucking time. God I can't believe you were stupid enough to smoke in the first place. Talk about a waste of money! You know better than that."
Or when they hear about my temporary seasonal job making wreaths. They might say "Hey, that's cool. It's good, honest labor, and it's a start in the right direction towards finding permanent employment, and it sounds like you're getting really good at it."
Or they might all gang up on me and say "Hey boy, you can't be fucking around with jobs like that anymore! You've got a family. It's time to man up and start taking like seriously, for once! Get a real job!"
And of course, if I were to actually defend myself, I get the "You've got attitude problems, boy. I can't believe we invited you into our home offered you dinner and this is how you thank us!? You come in here with this hostile attitude and just start yelling at everyone!? What's up with that?"
This isn't all the time, in fact it's not even the majority of the time. But it happens enough that I feel like I can't share any part of my life with my family. I'm constantly being evasive, bending the truth or outright lying to them to avoid this. So I'm always really uncomfortable around them. The entire time I'm there it's like I'm at a job interview.
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