ATTN: Venting ahead
Good God now, NOW I know why the cliche about hating family gatherings exists. I've always loved my family (I do) and getting together on holidays, BUT I CAN'T STAND THIS CRAP!
Family: So Lyndsey, what've you been upto?
Lyndsey: Oh, just school and work mostly.
Family: Oh yeah, how much are you working?
Lyndsey: About 30 hours a week.
Family: Oh, that's not bad.
Lyndsey: Oh no, not at all. It's not like I'm a junior finishing up an 8 credit year a month early and working 30 hours a week at a sucky job that I happen to loathe as well.
Lyndsey: By the way, family, I enrolled at DBCC on Friday.
Family: Oh yeah? That's nice, dear. (Like it means nothing that I'm taking freaking summer classes so I can graduate high school a year early.)
Family to other family: So how's (insert here name on non-existent cousin who skimped out on this crap to play paintball in Titusville today) doing?
Family member's response: Oh he's great. He's failing school, but he's playing paintball a lot and skateboarding with his friends all the time so he's happy. And I never see him or have any authority over his life even though he's 15 years old so I'm happy too. I'm really proud of him.
Lyndsey in her mind: WTF?
Family: Oh, that's great. (Insert here name of non-existent cousin)'s such a great kid. He really is.
Family: So Lyndsey, what do you do other than work?
Lyndsey: School.
Family: Oh, so what do you do for fun.
Lyndsey: Nothing. I'm just focusing on work and school so I can buy a car and start college a year early.
Family: Oh so you still don't have a car?
Lyndsey: No, I've been saving everything freaking dollar I make for the past 8 months and I'm going to start looking at the end of this month.
Family: Well, that's exciting, dear.
Family member: Yeah, the non-existent cousin is bugging me for a car (even though he's 15 years old, immature, irresponsible, lazy and self-centered) but I'm not buying him one until he can pass his classes.
Lyndsey: Oh, that must f-ing nice to have your guilty mother buy you a car, pay your insurance, and buy your gas for being able to pass high school. Real outstanding accomplishment.
Moral of my bitterness-driven little story: don't strive for greatness because then people come to expect that from you and REAL, exsistence accomplishments mean nothing to them. But, if you want to be selfish, lazy, immature, and fail school, if you do get to the end of high school with a diploma and clean legal record, they're throw you a party, give you money, and tell you what an outstanding person you are and praise you for all your accomplishments. The less you aim for, the less that is expected of you, so less is enough to please the people you can't help but want to please. And the great thing is the ones who could care less about pleasing the right people do, and the ones who feel like they have to please them rarely measure up.
Life is so backwards.
Family: So Lyndsey, what've you been upto?
Lyndsey: Oh, just school and work mostly.
Family: Oh yeah, how much are you working?
Lyndsey: About 30 hours a week.
Family: Oh, that's not bad.
Lyndsey: Oh no, not at all. It's not like I'm a junior finishing up an 8 credit year a month early and working 30 hours a week at a sucky job that I happen to loathe as well.
Lyndsey: By the way, family, I enrolled at DBCC on Friday.
Family: Oh yeah? That's nice, dear. (Like it means nothing that I'm taking freaking summer classes so I can graduate high school a year early.)
Family to other family: So how's (insert here name on non-existent cousin who skimped out on this crap to play paintball in Titusville today) doing?
Family member's response: Oh he's great. He's failing school, but he's playing paintball a lot and skateboarding with his friends all the time so he's happy. And I never see him or have any authority over his life even though he's 15 years old so I'm happy too. I'm really proud of him.
Lyndsey in her mind: WTF?
Family: Oh, that's great. (Insert here name of non-existent cousin)'s such a great kid. He really is.
Family: So Lyndsey, what do you do other than work?
Lyndsey: School.
Family: Oh, so what do you do for fun.
Lyndsey: Nothing. I'm just focusing on work and school so I can buy a car and start college a year early.
Family: Oh so you still don't have a car?
Lyndsey: No, I've been saving everything freaking dollar I make for the past 8 months and I'm going to start looking at the end of this month.
Family: Well, that's exciting, dear.
Family member: Yeah, the non-existent cousin is bugging me for a car (even though he's 15 years old, immature, irresponsible, lazy and self-centered) but I'm not buying him one until he can pass his classes.
Lyndsey: Oh, that must f-ing nice to have your guilty mother buy you a car, pay your insurance, and buy your gas for being able to pass high school. Real outstanding accomplishment.
Moral of my bitterness-driven little story: don't strive for greatness because then people come to expect that from you and REAL, exsistence accomplishments mean nothing to them. But, if you want to be selfish, lazy, immature, and fail school, if you do get to the end of high school with a diploma and clean legal record, they're throw you a party, give you money, and tell you what an outstanding person you are and praise you for all your accomplishments. The less you aim for, the less that is expected of you, so less is enough to please the people you can't help but want to please. And the great thing is the ones who could care less about pleasing the right people do, and the ones who feel like they have to please them rarely measure up.
Life is so backwards.