Thanksgiving.

[bornintosilence]

Ah yes, it's the holiday season again. I feel as if I should write a journal entry because I always find myself disgusted by the holiday season. My family is so dysfunctional, that it's hard to even imagine a "real" holiday. For example, my grandfather. Now, I do have a fond memory of him telling me that I was "sorry since the day I was born" when I was 8 years old, but my mom demands that I "love" him. Yeah, I know it makes me a bad person not to love my grandpa, but he shouldn't have said that. I know that us kids are not the "favorites"... and so, we get treated pretty badly. I remember when my grandma had heart surgery... I was like 13... and we went up to Denver around the holidays and my grandpa told me and my dad that we were "not family...why are we even there"... so, that was really nice to hear. But yet again, my mom wants me to drive her to Denver to see my grandparents whom I could care less about. I know that makes me a bad person, but... I really don't have a guilty conscience. They were supposed to come down here, but I guess they couldn't make it because they don't feel well. So now, it's MY responsibility to take my mom up there. Nevermind that I planned to write a paper over the break... or that I have my own work to do... oh, the grandparents are more important to my mom. Yeah, I know they are her parents, but whatever.

Anyway, I just felt like a nice rant... so there it is.