My aunt called my mom to ask why I won't accept a Facebook friend request from my uncle.
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What. the. shit.
I just decided not to accept any more family members. Less scrolling later.ETA: thanks for the good wishes--since my expectations are totally doing the limbo, I almost bet it'd be better by default, but as Sheldon says "it's a social convention and not optional." although I hate my dad for pulling the "What if it's Grandma's last one?" card.
I will be pleasant towards my brother. I will beindulge of triggers and landmines.
I will also insist or beg that sometime this week3nd I borrow mom's car so I can go and not feel trapped
I will also insist or beg that sometime this week3nd I borrow mom's car so I can go and not feel trapped
That seems sensible and eminently self-preservation-ey.
I asked she agreed I don't want to go anywhere on Black Friday. Really.
AnD I feel horrible but 2 full days of my nephew is more than I can handle. It's not him just me nit used to being around people and the severe lack of soundproofing in the house.
I'm glad to be here but it's an adjustment. I already took extra klonopin and I don't think I can take any more without being so sleepy I'm incoherent.
Oh I need a computer chair maybe I'll go to habitat for humanity tomorrow
Well, I've had worse, but I've had better. Their housemate can cook, though, which is good. OMG, stepmonster's taste is UGLY...I can't believe thirteen-year-old me ever found her to be a style mentor--they live inside a green wedding mint. I think half-brother made use of his marijuana card this morning(Not that I totally blame him, exactly, but he looked fucked-up today, and, like the sum total of my experience is concerts, contact highs, and Pelecanos novels.(if I noticed, the world can)..if I did that, even now, without a future to toss away, I'd have to have everyone at the dinner extracted from my ass. Really?)
Now my mother is "concerned" because she thinks I'm too sympathetic with "the Muslims" and therefore don't care enough about Israel.
Oh, and she had no idea that the West Bank is not legally part of Israel.