Why I need a job
It's so that I can no longer be guilt tripped into going on family outings that take place during the week.
I spent nine hours with my relatives today, to go on a two hour tour of Mammoth Cave. That part was actually fun. It was wonderful to be where it's 54 degrees in the middle of the summer.
But the rest of the day sucked. It seemed like all we did was wait on slow people. Literally. We were supposed to leave at 9:30, but had to wait on my aunt and cousins and didn't leave until 11:15. For some reason, my uncle who was driving the lead car had to go 55 mph, when the speed limit was 65. Apparently you get better gas mileage, but whatever. But whoever made the reservations didn't have us going on a tour until 3:15, so we wandered around the visitors center for 3 hours. And then after the tour was over, we couldn't actually leave, we milled around the cars for 45 minutes. For no reason. When I expressed a little frustration my aunt yelled at me about being in a too much of a hurry, and wanted to know why I needed to get home so badly and what was wrong with hanging out with people you loved for a whole day? I wanted to scream at her that normal people's family gatherings last a few hours, not all day, and I wanted to get home because home is air conditioned and the Mammoth Cave parking lot is not. But I didn't say that. I just told her that she shouldn't pick on me because other people wanted to leave too. But that didn't help. Despite the fact that I am 24, I still don't have a valid opinion according to the older generation of my family.
Of course, none of this was at all surprising, it happens every time my family takes a trip. It just surprises me that I still give in when they beg me to go.
Something happened yesterday that pissed me off too. My Mom decided to take Paul and I to Lakeside as a treat. She ended up inviting my aunt and two uncles and a cousin, it became a huge family party. Which was fun, for a while, I always love Lakeside. Unusually, one of the basketball goals was not being used, so we decided to play. My brother and cousin taught me how to properly shoot a basketball (no, I hadn't ever learned, which is silly). I actually came in second in a game of HORSE, beating all sorts of people who play all the time. That was really fun. Then we decided to play three on three. Which was also fun. Until my uncle, who is 6'5" and played college ball decided that in order to dominate me when I had the ball, it was acceptable to pick me up by my hair. Maybe because he's mostly bald, he did not understand how much that hurts. But there's still no excuse. Yes, I just learned to shoot today, and you are 13 inches taller than me and played in college. I'm not going to beat you. That pretty much ruined that.
So I am a little sick of my family. I wish they would just go away for a while.
I spent nine hours with my relatives today, to go on a two hour tour of Mammoth Cave. That part was actually fun. It was wonderful to be where it's 54 degrees in the middle of the summer.
But the rest of the day sucked. It seemed like all we did was wait on slow people. Literally. We were supposed to leave at 9:30, but had to wait on my aunt and cousins and didn't leave until 11:15. For some reason, my uncle who was driving the lead car had to go 55 mph, when the speed limit was 65. Apparently you get better gas mileage, but whatever. But whoever made the reservations didn't have us going on a tour until 3:15, so we wandered around the visitors center for 3 hours. And then after the tour was over, we couldn't actually leave, we milled around the cars for 45 minutes. For no reason. When I expressed a little frustration my aunt yelled at me about being in a too much of a hurry, and wanted to know why I needed to get home so badly and what was wrong with hanging out with people you loved for a whole day? I wanted to scream at her that normal people's family gatherings last a few hours, not all day, and I wanted to get home because home is air conditioned and the Mammoth Cave parking lot is not. But I didn't say that. I just told her that she shouldn't pick on me because other people wanted to leave too. But that didn't help. Despite the fact that I am 24, I still don't have a valid opinion according to the older generation of my family.
Of course, none of this was at all surprising, it happens every time my family takes a trip. It just surprises me that I still give in when they beg me to go.
Something happened yesterday that pissed me off too. My Mom decided to take Paul and I to Lakeside as a treat. She ended up inviting my aunt and two uncles and a cousin, it became a huge family party. Which was fun, for a while, I always love Lakeside. Unusually, one of the basketball goals was not being used, so we decided to play. My brother and cousin taught me how to properly shoot a basketball (no, I hadn't ever learned, which is silly). I actually came in second in a game of HORSE, beating all sorts of people who play all the time. That was really fun. Then we decided to play three on three. Which was also fun. Until my uncle, who is 6'5" and played college ball decided that in order to dominate me when I had the ball, it was acceptable to pick me up by my hair. Maybe because he's mostly bald, he did not understand how much that hurts. But there's still no excuse. Yes, I just learned to shoot today, and you are 13 inches taller than me and played in college. I'm not going to beat you. That pretty much ruined that.
So I am a little sick of my family. I wish they would just go away for a while.