Racism for fun and profit.
I'm at extended family's place, doin' stuff. It's now... for lack of better words, degenerated to the 'adults' at the table and the 'kids' playing Xbox. The food has been magnificent. An Aunty who has travelled from overseas - and this' a big deal, she refuses to travel in general - has cooked an amasing meal. As traditional as I could ever ask for. The flavours are strong and unique, topics of conversation that I thought a load of bullshit, suddenyl quite topical and inderstandable. But base truths still hold true.
I've been drinking since I got out of the interview, not solidly, but sufficiently for me to deal with this environment. I fit in, but I don't. Amicability is at its height, but...
I'll keep playing nice, as long as they do. I just either want to be home, or to be in welcoming intimate company. Family aside, I've an overwhelming urge not to be here. There's only so much levity to be thrust before honesty comes to the surface and a level of uncomfortablness arises.
It always intrigues me that I'm part of these people, and yet not. Oh well. That's the way it goes, and I'll keep hacking at my beer and smoking way too many cigarettes.
More on the intereview tomorrow. Or tonight, we'll see. I'm too brain-fucked to write about it at the moment.
Yes, I know I'm being vague. I also know a few who read this and may report certain... information. Shit, I'm being unsubtle saying as much, but at this juncture, I don't care. It's a fickle line.
How's it go? You can choose your friends.
Piece out people, and may your Wednesdays be joyful and fun :)