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I wish social gatherings and interactions were limited to one hour at a time. These family functions and parties that last more than an hour drain the life out of me. I hate them so much that it's ridiculous. Jason's grandmother wants us to attend a memorial service for her late husband on Sunday at the Veteran's Hospital. We agreed because it didn't seem like that big of a deal. However, his grandmother and mother feel as if they should make a day of it. Now, we've been roped into attending a dinner after the service at his grandmother's house.
I have a problem with his grandmother's house - her kitchen in particular. I have found dried up food on the "clean" forks many times. There are various liquids of various consistencies spilled in her fridge. And the last time I tried to get a glass of ice water, I found a piece of raw meat wrapped in a paper towel, sitting atop the ice tray. The blood and other juices had leaked into the ice and left it slightly pink with little fuzzy paper towel bits protruding from the top of each cube. This is disgusting enough for a meat-eater, but I'm a vegetarian. I can't hang with those kind of kitchen hijinks. Therefore, I can't eat anything that has come from her kitchen. She almost tried to poison me with soup that had bits of chicken flesh floating in it. She still doesn't understand that I don't eat chicken.
So, this dinner at her house is a bigger pain in the ass for me than just sitting around with the family and staring at the wall. I have no idea how to talk to them. I don't want to come off as rude, but it is rare for me to find someone who can hold my attention for more than twenty minutes. Jason's family can hold my attention for about two minutes before my mind is wandering elsewhere. I really don't have anything to say to them. They share nothing in common with me, and it involves a tremendous amount of effort on my part to act like I'm not in one of the outer circles of hell.
But I'm going. Because I have to.
Thanksgiving is at his mother's house. She called me yesterday to ask if I would bring some food items. Since her dad's death, she's been helping her mom out financially. She told me that money was tight, and Jason's sister is buying the turkey. Buying, not cooking. Haha. At any rate, she bugged me about the pumpkin cake I've made before, so I told her I would make one of those. She also requested a pumpkin pie, which I agreed to make. She mentioned a salad, but I know good and well that I'll be the only person in that house that eats the salad. I also said I would make a side dish of some sort. It will probably end up being green beans or a green bean casserole, though I don't really have a specific recipe in mind. I'm also bringing my own damn stuffing since they eat the kind that comes out of the ass of the turkey with all the insides mixed with it. No one else will eat my vegetarian stuffing, but I don't really care.
Why can't I get the days off work without the family entanglements?
Jason jokes about moving to Montana and living on a ranch away from people. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea right now.
I have a problem with his grandmother's house - her kitchen in particular. I have found dried up food on the "clean" forks many times. There are various liquids of various consistencies spilled in her fridge. And the last time I tried to get a glass of ice water, I found a piece of raw meat wrapped in a paper towel, sitting atop the ice tray. The blood and other juices had leaked into the ice and left it slightly pink with little fuzzy paper towel bits protruding from the top of each cube. This is disgusting enough for a meat-eater, but I'm a vegetarian. I can't hang with those kind of kitchen hijinks. Therefore, I can't eat anything that has come from her kitchen. She almost tried to poison me with soup that had bits of chicken flesh floating in it. She still doesn't understand that I don't eat chicken.
So, this dinner at her house is a bigger pain in the ass for me than just sitting around with the family and staring at the wall. I have no idea how to talk to them. I don't want to come off as rude, but it is rare for me to find someone who can hold my attention for more than twenty minutes. Jason's family can hold my attention for about two minutes before my mind is wandering elsewhere. I really don't have anything to say to them. They share nothing in common with me, and it involves a tremendous amount of effort on my part to act like I'm not in one of the outer circles of hell.
But I'm going. Because I have to.
Thanksgiving is at his mother's house. She called me yesterday to ask if I would bring some food items. Since her dad's death, she's been helping her mom out financially. She told me that money was tight, and Jason's sister is buying the turkey. Buying, not cooking. Haha. At any rate, she bugged me about the pumpkin cake I've made before, so I told her I would make one of those. She also requested a pumpkin pie, which I agreed to make. She mentioned a salad, but I know good and well that I'll be the only person in that house that eats the salad. I also said I would make a side dish of some sort. It will probably end up being green beans or a green bean casserole, though I don't really have a specific recipe in mind. I'm also bringing my own damn stuffing since they eat the kind that comes out of the ass of the turkey with all the insides mixed with it. No one else will eat my vegetarian stuffing, but I don't really care.
Why can't I get the days off work without the family entanglements?
Jason jokes about moving to Montana and living on a ranch away from people. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea right now.
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I detest the family gatherings that you just can't get out of. You just have to dig in your heels, grit yout teeth and make it through the day.
Don't worry, it will soon all be over for another year.......good luck!