I unplugged my answering machine a few days ago, knowing the advent of Thanksgiving was here and my entire retard genepool would be leaving messages inviting me to a family dinner. This was the smartest thing I have done to avoid my family ever, and I believe I'll be keeping that fucker turned off all holiday season.
No whining messages from my Jewish grandmother in her lilting, whispery NOO YAWK accent telling me how miserable her life is and why don't I ever call... no nauseatingly "cute" holiday greetings of my stepmom putting my four year old brother on the phone to say "hi"... none of that family crap this year.
Family gatherings serve as little more than a reminder of why I am such a neurotic wimp in a world of cutthroat meannies and go-getters. First, you have my psychiatrist father, who cheated like crazy on my mother with numerous female patients and drove her to suicide.He's now on his third marriage and has three more kids, which drives me crazy. I'm not a kid peThe one family member I used to love spending Thanksgiving with every year was my maternal grandmother who died last year and left me the trust fund I sponge off of today. She was a wise, witty southern woman who knew taught me all the best dirty jokes I know and was more understanding than anyone else in the family of where I come from.
Since this thursday was to be my last night off for quite some time I forced myself to go to Nation and see my real family. I saw many beautiful girls, danced my ass off and drank liken a fish. I give thanks that all these people still gather in one place.
No whining messages from my Jewish grandmother in her lilting, whispery NOO YAWK accent telling me how miserable her life is and why don't I ever call... no nauseatingly "cute" holiday greetings of my stepmom putting my four year old brother on the phone to say "hi"... none of that family crap this year.
Family gatherings serve as little more than a reminder of why I am such a neurotic wimp in a world of cutthroat meannies and go-getters. First, you have my psychiatrist father, who cheated like crazy on my mother with numerous female patients and drove her to suicide.He's now on his third marriage and has three more kids, which drives me crazy. I'm not a kid peThe one family member I used to love spending Thanksgiving with every year was my maternal grandmother who died last year and left me the trust fund I sponge off of today. She was a wise, witty southern woman who knew taught me all the best dirty jokes I know and was more understanding than anyone else in the family of where I come from.
Since this thursday was to be my last night off for quite some time I forced myself to go to Nation and see my real family. I saw many beautiful girls, danced my ass off and drank liken a fish. I give thanks that all these people still gather in one place.