Often times when I try to discuss families with other people I get absolutely sad.
To me, it seems like other folks have much better humans in their lives than I ever had.
A lot of my best friends talk about thoroughly enjoying the time that they spend with their families each year, going to their parents for advice when they have incredible troubles, and even having supportive ears when they need a financial hand, personally, I do not know what any of that feels like. My family is not so great. In fact, if I try to discuss my troubles with them, somehow they only make things seem worse. They might be more nervous and neurotic than I am, even. They cannot resist poking at every detail in my life, and that is true even when they are at my household assaulting my appliances. In fact, every time they come down to visit me in the south, they spend the whole trip freaking out about how sizzling and humid it is outside. I do not know how this is news, I live in the south where it’s sizzling and humid! You would know that they would get used to it and stop freaking out about the temperature for the week or two that they come to see me, and but no, they are obsessed with checking the news and repeating the weather. They continually try to rectify the heat with controlling the indoor temperature. They’re always touching my temperature control, altering my temperature control program and beating on my bad cooling system. Almost every time they come to visit, I have fancy repairs to make in the wake of their nervous attacks.