So yea, it was the July 4th Holiday and I'm off work and generally psyched cause its summer and hot weather. So my Mom called and asked me over to my sisters for a cookout on the 4th. I agreed to go because I haven't seen anyone from my family in like 3 months and thought it would be nice. I don't eat meat so I really dislike the cooking of animal flesh on the grill but will overlook it this time. I had talked to my Dad the prior week and he said he missed seeing me. So I figured going to this was the right thing to do.
WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My family is so f-cking weird. I get there and say hello and immediately told I'm playing in this stupid cornhole tournament. I really have no interest in playing some ridiculous lawn game throwing bean bags. Oh no, my family is serious about their cornhole. Well I say I am not going to stay long so I am not going to play. You would have thought the world ended. The controversy it caused was almost as bad as the NSA spying scandal. There's like all kind of people there but me having no interest in playing has ruined the party. How inane is that? They really are into this game. They spend time dissecting shots and what happened days and even weeks later.
The champions are treated like they just won Wimbledon. Thank God I left before that part of the evening.
So I'm sitting there watching these people play this uninteresting, stupid game and thinking to myself WTF am I doing here. I definitely do not fit in with this crowd. Unfortunately they are my family, what am I to do. My Dad who said he missed seeing me said all of 5 words to me while I was there. Am I missing something here? I guess I wasn't missed that much.
My Mom hardly spoke to me either. This is so weird, they want me there but don't have the time to talk. I think I was duped.
After 2 hours of this torture I had enough and it was time to leave this insane asylum. I was so happy and relieved to get the hell out of there.
Never again I swear. It reminds me of the line in Policy of Truth. Never again is what you swore the time before. Each time crap like this happens at one of these things I swear never more. But I go back for my parents sake to make them happy. I think this was the last straw for me. I was so upset about all this I had trouble sleeping that night. Is it worth it? From now on I'm gonna be busy or have plans etc. No Mas! No Mas!
