Thanksgiving is full of fun with the family. Yay passive aggression!
My great-aunt asked my siblings and I, "Have any of you called your grandmother?"
1).
I replied, "Are you kidding? You know how she is."
She said, "Well, she is your grandmother..." (paraphrased...I don't remember the details, but this is what her reply amounted to)
I said, "I don't care if she's my grandmother. I don't like her. You know what I did a few weeks ago? She somehow found my cellphone number, called it, and left a message on my voicemail. I called her back and said, go away, leave me alone. Then she got angry and told my father, who got angry at me for her. And it turns out he's the one who gave her my cell #, which she had asked him for. A total set-up, and my dad was going to punish me."
2).
She sad, "Oh yes, she's like that."
"Why in the world do you want me to call her?"
"Can't you just call her and say hi, happy Thanksgiving...?"
"No, the point is that I don't want to talk to her."
"Why don't you want to talk to her?"
"She is messed up!"
"Why don't you just be nice and give her the time of day, just once this year?"
"No, I don't like her, and I know if I were myself around her, she wouldn't like me."
"Hajnal."
"I'm not going to lie. It is a waste of time, seriously."
3).
"And I remember the last time she came to visit. It was a nightmare. The woman, just being in the room with her, she just...sucks up everything around her..."
"Yes, she's very...into herself."
"Into herself, and wants everyone around her to be into her too. She's a black hole, and I don't want to get sucked in. I don't want to be around someone like that."
4).
My great-aunt went on about something like, "...she's still your grandmother and your blood, and you must be loyal to your own blood above all else."
"I don't care about blood, I don't care that she's my grandmother. She's a messed up person, and I don't want to be around her."
"When you get older and more mature and grow more brains, you'll understand..."
"So I'm stupid because I'm young?"
It is physically impossible for me to out-age this old woman and she knows it. What she doesn't know is that age doesn't matter. However, I am 18 years old, a legal adult. I should not be punished for avoiding family members.
I used to think my great-aunt was pretty cool, but after I saw her hanging around and talking to my grandmother, I could never look at her the same way. Now I really don't care about my great-aunt either. She is nicer than my grandmother, but I've lost all respect for her. *crosses off list*
Then there was a cousin - the son of my great-aunt - who came to my room (where I was hiding) and said, "So you're not coming down to say hi or anything? Just going to be all antisocial like that?" he says, half-kidding.
"Yep," I replied.
"Come here and give me a hug," he says.
I hug him,
And he's like, "Come on, what kind of a hug is that?"
And he crushes me in this awkward hug. "You're breaking my neck, man."
"That was the idea."
(Okay. Forget him. *crosses off list*)
Then there's my sister trying to use me for car rides and stuff, but that's another story. *also crosses off list*
It feels good, though. Break off contacts now, defoo later. When I defoo, they'll think I'm the worst person ever. I can't wait.
Self-knowledge. Not self-erasure.