I opened the door to my mother's house, and walked in. The trash was overflowing. The TV was blaring commercials, and my step-dad was hastily trying to show me something on his computer that was supremely boring.
It's Thanksgiving. My mother is in the kitchen, making stuffing to go with the turkey, cranberry sauce, fruit salad(which is really just a sugary syrup of concentrated peaches and pears), and hot buttered rolls.
There's no table to eat off of. We're all going to be eating in front of the television, watching HGTV, or the Cooking Channel, or some other extraordinarily boring program. I don't want to be here, but she invited me and I couldn't say no.
There's nothing for me to do, but sit and watch these TV shows about situations that will never apply to me, or watch my mother cook, because she needs no help, or listen to an asshole drone on and on about what he does that makes him no money, and only serves to take up his free time between sleeps.
This is my family, and I hate spending time with them. I am literally only here for the free food.
The food takes much longer to cook than I was hoping it would. My existential boredom is growing stronger every second I spend here. I should have brought some sort of video game to play. Maybe I could have spent some quality time with the boring man droning on and on. Video games tend to get people to shut up and play. Oh, well. I am just waiting here, in what normal people would feel extremely happy for, but I can't.
The food is ready. It is sub-par. It is dry. The stuffing is bland. The cranberry sauce is runny. The turkey is overcooked. Nothing is good. The company is bad, the food is bad, and it is boring.
They wonder why I never call.
It's Thanksgiving. My mother is in the kitchen, making stuffing to go with the turkey, cranberry sauce, fruit salad(which is really just a sugary syrup of concentrated peaches and pears), and hot buttered rolls.
There's no table to eat off of. We're all going to be eating in front of the television, watching HGTV, or the Cooking Channel, or some other extraordinarily boring program. I don't want to be here, but she invited me and I couldn't say no.
There's nothing for me to do, but sit and watch these TV shows about situations that will never apply to me, or watch my mother cook, because she needs no help, or listen to an asshole drone on and on about what he does that makes him no money, and only serves to take up his free time between sleeps.
This is my family, and I hate spending time with them. I am literally only here for the free food.
The food takes much longer to cook than I was hoping it would. My existential boredom is growing stronger every second I spend here. I should have brought some sort of video game to play. Maybe I could have spent some quality time with the boring man droning on and on. Video games tend to get people to shut up and play. Oh, well. I am just waiting here, in what normal people would feel extremely happy for, but I can't.
The food is ready. It is sub-par. It is dry. The stuffing is bland. The cranberry sauce is runny. The turkey is overcooked. Nothing is good. The company is bad, the food is bad, and it is boring.
They wonder why I never call.