hate blog

Why does everyone always say "I remember when you were just a baby. You've grown so much. I can't believe you're already (however old you happen to be, but they never say a year. It's always like 'in highschool/college, having a baby, getting married, etc')" in that mamby-pamby condescending way?

I always want to just be like, "yeah, and I remember you being old. You must be like... an antique now, eh?"

I especially hate when people say "I haven't seen you since you were too young to remember" because that always makes me think, "wow... my parents must really like you to have avoided you all these years."

It just makes me uncomfortable. Stop comparing me to my infant self. It is weird.

I also find it humorous (not so much annoying because, frankly, I don't care enough) that my family is so large that most of my aunts and uncles can't keep track of who's in what stage of their life. So, they ask irrelevant questions like, "How's college" when I was still in High School, and I usually get "Where are you working now?" these days. Occasionally I get the "you...graduated from high school already right?" and once I got a "Why didn't your husband come?" I literally laughed out loud, and then apologized for being rude, because my mom's family mostly have sticks up their snoody asses. And, of course, not wanting to admit her fault she quickly retorted (with a snuff, in my mind, and looking over my head all stereotypically... she didn't ~really~ snuff, or turn up her nose at me, but it fit the attitude) "I'd have thought by ~now~ you ~would~ be married. You can understand my confusion." I gave a "focusing on school" excuse that I'm sure she ignored and went about the rest of the (awful!) party. You can't even call them parties really. It's a bunch of old snobs, sitting around judging and being rude to anyone who's not part of there little West County Snob Club.

Can I just say, there are a lot of racists in that family, and I hate them. My cousin married a black man (I swear to you, some people do not even consider her part of the family anymore!), and every Christmas I have to listen to whispers about why they were invited, and the most awful comments about their four BEAUTIFUL children. I get so mad, I hate going to that stupid party. I hate it so much that it's June and I'm ranting about a Christmas party.

I remembered this whole thing actually, because my Dad told me, after hearing about some friend of the family or something who just got engaged to a black man, that I'm (I'm not kidding) "not aloud to bring home a black boyfriend." I have never screamed at my dad so much in my entire life. (Happy Fathers' Day eh?) I will not repeat most of his reasons, except one that while ridiculous, is not as offensive: He doesn't want to deal with all of his friends and family talking about what bad parents him and my mom must be, and how I'm a whore...basically. Which lead into a discussion about how he thinks that all white women dating black men are just sleeping with them for drugs. Yup, crack whores... because ~APPARENTLY~ all black men are drug dealers, who will trade said drugs for sex from white women.

Can someone please tell me what year it is? Because I'm pretty sure it is NOT 2010. It's more like 1910.

I'm suppose to be composing a project for Intro to Comp. All I want to do is scream.


I'm also mad at William, but for a far less serious matter, and something completely unrelated to any of this.