Writer's Block: Vacation All I Ever Wanted
Wow, a writer's block that struck a chord. Well, to answer the question - I really just want the typical American summer. Days at the beach, filled with friends and good times, burgers and hot dogs, swimsuits, etc. Picnics, visiting the monuments (just because you live here in the capitol doesn't mean you ever go to see the nation's landmarks... TT.TT), hanging out on the mall and watching a free movie every now and then. Actually celebrating flag day (week). I want that stereotyped summer that's always shown in movies and television - even if I know it'll never happen.
It seems however, that none of that will happen now. I've royally pissed off my mother (and this is in the grand scheme of things that I've said... the only thing that can remotely compare happened years ago! [2]), so there won't be any major family events happening any time soon.
Which, to be quite honest, is perfectly fine with me. I have a vast dislike for my relatives (save one or two - three actually, and my father) so getting together and having fun is not particularly my idea of a good time/ summer. All of the above does not include my extended family, and anything that did would be the opposite of a perfect vacation.
It all stems from our mutial attitudes to eachother. You see, they see me as just another teenager. "Oh, she's a girl, let's give her a barbie doll" (My claim to fame with Princess Barbie was when I tied her to the ceiling fan by her neck and turned it on until she popped her head off and nearly broke my bedroom window.) "Oh, she's an artist, all she cares about is Japanese man-ga". Art does not rule my life, nor do I have much of an interest of pursuing it past a hobby. They have no interest in getting to know me past small talk. "What colleges are you looking at. What are you doing this summer. How's the weather." Thus, I have little interest in them. I don't talk to them, keep my headphones on, my head down and swing myself through the soul crushing motions when necessary.
My extended family has no interest in me. Four of my relatives gave me soap and undershirts for christmas last year. I got hand-me-down lingerae from my mother and a key-chain clock for my birthday two years ago. I don't even remember what I got this year - and I don't really care.
The point is that I will spend my summers caged in my house watching Days Of Our Lives reruns just like I did last summer, and the summer before that while I snack on grenadine and Tostitos. Cheers.
...Maybe I should work on my book...
It seems however, that none of that will happen now. I've royally pissed off my mother (and this is in the grand scheme of things that I've said... the only thing that can remotely compare happened years ago! [2]), so there won't be any major family events happening any time soon.
Which, to be quite honest, is perfectly fine with me. I have a vast dislike for my relatives (save one or two - three actually, and my father) so getting together and having fun is not particularly my idea of a good time/ summer. All of the above does not include my extended family, and anything that did would be the opposite of a perfect vacation.
It all stems from our mutial attitudes to eachother. You see, they see me as just another teenager. "Oh, she's a girl, let's give her a barbie doll" (My claim to fame with Princess Barbie was when I tied her to the ceiling fan by her neck and turned it on until she popped her head off and nearly broke my bedroom window.) "Oh, she's an artist, all she cares about is Japanese man-ga". Art does not rule my life, nor do I have much of an interest of pursuing it past a hobby. They have no interest in getting to know me past small talk. "What colleges are you looking at. What are you doing this summer. How's the weather." Thus, I have little interest in them. I don't talk to them, keep my headphones on, my head down and swing myself through the soul crushing motions when necessary.
My extended family has no interest in me. Four of my relatives gave me soap and undershirts for christmas last year. I got hand-me-down lingerae from my mother and a key-chain clock for my birthday two years ago. I don't even remember what I got this year - and I don't really care.
The point is that I will spend my summers caged in my house watching Days Of Our Lives reruns just like I did last summer, and the summer before that while I snack on grenadine and Tostitos. Cheers.
...Maybe I should work on my book...