Family. That's who I'm talking about today. The people you hate the most but continue to love even though they bug the shit out of you and don't know what respect is.
I arrived in Texas yesterday at noon. I hate it already. There are two family members in this city that I really do not mind be around at all. Those two are my brother and my Mankie (grandmother.) My brother is understanding and he wants to get out of here too. My Mankie isn't mean and vindictive like the other two major components of my family.
My mother and my Grampy (grandfather) are the two I cannot stand. The ones that make me cringe at the thought of being home. The two that could turn any vacation of mine into a pseudo-hell. Every statement I make is, apparently, open to criticism and mockery.
Here's a conversation that just happened:
Mother: "So you're joining the Air Force?"
Me: "Yes, as long as I can gain ten pounds and this ear hole closes."
Mother: "It's from having those fucking gauges in..."
Me: "Yeah, well that doesn't matter..."
Mother: -Starts walking away because she assumed I put them back in after December, when she forced me to take them out.-
Michael: -Enters room-
Me: "No mom. I haven't had them in since December..." -Pauses- "Yeah, now she's not going to listen to me."
Michael: "Just don't bother with her or the rest of them. I'm actually trying to get my own place again."
Me: "That's good. Yeah, fuck them."
Mother: -Returns- "Are y'all hungry?"
Me: "No."
Mother: "You're not going to gain any weight if you don't eat."
Me: -Rolls eyes-
It's so stupid. Every decision I make is wrong to them, and it's not that I care so much as I want them to stop thinking I need their approval on anything. It's my life, I'm going to live it how I want to. I don't care that I'm only "almost" 18, I'm more adult than you think. I'm on vacation not on house cleaning duty. Respect me.
