Merry Christmas... What a Freaking Joke
Sure, the day started off nice. Make breakfast for my neighbors, open presents, but then, I get to go to Aunt Sharina's house for dinner. That's not bad either. Its just that once I open my mouth to say an intelligent word, I get shot down. It doesn't matter what I do, I cannot win over there. Everyone, with the exception of my Uncle Nazir, still thinks that I am 11 years old. I was hoping my 3 year old cousin would take the spotlight away from me, and she does. I'm not jealous at all, (And that makes Laura, my cousin, Emily's mother incredibly pissed) in fact I love it. I love spoiling her and giving her millions of presents and hugging her and lavishing attention on her. I adore Emily. I just wish the rest of my family would get enough sense to realise that I'm old enough to have an Emily of my own, not just play with her.
I try to get a shot of Bailey's in my hot chocolate and I get questions of,"Are you driving tonight? or YOU CAN'T HAVE THAT!" Please. If only you knew what my tolerance level was. But they don't want to know. They don't want to know that I can knock back shots of Goldshlager. They don't want to know that I like to go out to bars and have fun with my friends. Hell, they don't even want to know that I want to be a doctor. And when I tell them, I get questions against my judgement, my study skills, my intelligence. Then they coo and say,"If that's what you want, we'll stand by you." Then they ask what kind of doctor I want to be. I say Virologist and they say,"Oh No! You'd be a better pediatrician. You have patience with children." First of all, with the exception of Emily, I don't like children. Second, just because I don't fly off the handle doesn't mean that I'm patient with people. I hate people, which is why I like virology. Test tubes and Petri Dishes. Not people.
I left early. My parents wanted to stay so Uncle Naz drove me home. Thank God. I couldn't take another minute. Not only do they think I'm a child, I'm a sick, helpless child. OH MY FUCKING GOD!! SHE HAS ANEMIA!!! LET'S ALL PLAY DOCTOR AND TELL HER WHAT SHE NEEDS!!!! JUST BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO BE A DOCTOR DOESN'T MEAN SHE KNOWS JACK SHIT!!!
Sometimes I wish I could go in there and scream GODDAMNIT! I'M NOT A FUCKING CHILD SO STOP TREATING ME LIKE ONE!
It wouldn't make a lick of difference if I did or not because they would only say, "We do treat you like and adult." Yeah Sure. When its convenient for them. Sure, I'm an adult when you need me to do favors for you.
I know they think they know what's best for me, but I know what's best for me and I need to be left alone.
Merry Fucking Christmas.
I try to get a shot of Bailey's in my hot chocolate and I get questions of,"Are you driving tonight? or YOU CAN'T HAVE THAT!" Please. If only you knew what my tolerance level was. But they don't want to know. They don't want to know that I can knock back shots of Goldshlager. They don't want to know that I like to go out to bars and have fun with my friends. Hell, they don't even want to know that I want to be a doctor. And when I tell them, I get questions against my judgement, my study skills, my intelligence. Then they coo and say,"If that's what you want, we'll stand by you." Then they ask what kind of doctor I want to be. I say Virologist and they say,"Oh No! You'd be a better pediatrician. You have patience with children." First of all, with the exception of Emily, I don't like children. Second, just because I don't fly off the handle doesn't mean that I'm patient with people. I hate people, which is why I like virology. Test tubes and Petri Dishes. Not people.
I left early. My parents wanted to stay so Uncle Naz drove me home. Thank God. I couldn't take another minute. Not only do they think I'm a child, I'm a sick, helpless child. OH MY FUCKING GOD!! SHE HAS ANEMIA!!! LET'S ALL PLAY DOCTOR AND TELL HER WHAT SHE NEEDS!!!! JUST BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO BE A DOCTOR DOESN'T MEAN SHE KNOWS JACK SHIT!!!
Sometimes I wish I could go in there and scream GODDAMNIT! I'M NOT A FUCKING CHILD SO STOP TREATING ME LIKE ONE!
It wouldn't make a lick of difference if I did or not because they would only say, "We do treat you like and adult." Yeah Sure. When its convenient for them. Sure, I'm an adult when you need me to do favors for you.
I know they think they know what's best for me, but I know what's best for me and I need to be left alone.
Merry Fucking Christmas.