Meh
It's only been about a month, that's good, right? Anyway, I'm about to get dressed and head off to my personal hell: A day with the relatives. I have no idea how I got talked into waking up at 8am on a Sunday to go hang out with people I can't stand, but it happened none the less.
My mother has been callind me about every 15 minutes since 7:30 to make sure I'm up and ready to head to their house. I'm already near strangling her and I still have a 2 hour long car trip with her to look forward to. Joy.
So I'm in pain due to my shoulder acting up, I'm spending the day with my parents, I'm getting sick, AND I need to clean my apartment up and pack for the emergency trip to Ohio next weekend. I so don't have time for this.
I guess what I'm really wondering about is why I feel so obligated to make happy with my family when the only one I can stand for more than an hour is my little brother. I have some strange blind spot about some things with them, the biggest being the 'this time it will be okay' shade. Ever time there is a family evernt, I am bored to tears and it is filled with drama. I mean EVERY time, you should have seen the hell that was the last family thanksgiving... or better yet, my uncles funeral.
My family is incapable of gathering as a group and still acting like mature, rational people. It's seriously not possible, yet I still feel the bangs of guilt when I say NO. They make me miserable, at least one of them does it ntentionally and yet, I still say yes that one time in ten that I'm asked.
I guess I really am a masochist.
My mother has been callind me about every 15 minutes since 7:30 to make sure I'm up and ready to head to their house. I'm already near strangling her and I still have a 2 hour long car trip with her to look forward to. Joy.
So I'm in pain due to my shoulder acting up, I'm spending the day with my parents, I'm getting sick, AND I need to clean my apartment up and pack for the emergency trip to Ohio next weekend. I so don't have time for this.
I guess what I'm really wondering about is why I feel so obligated to make happy with my family when the only one I can stand for more than an hour is my little brother. I have some strange blind spot about some things with them, the biggest being the 'this time it will be okay' shade. Ever time there is a family evernt, I am bored to tears and it is filled with drama. I mean EVERY time, you should have seen the hell that was the last family thanksgiving... or better yet, my uncles funeral.
My family is incapable of gathering as a group and still acting like mature, rational people. It's seriously not possible, yet I still feel the bangs of guilt when I say NO. They make me miserable, at least one of them does it ntentionally and yet, I still say yes that one time in ten that I'm asked.
I guess I really am a masochist.
