Ack! Holiday!

Happy Turkey Day!

There. I've acknowledged your existence in my life, and the holiday...can I go back to bed now?

No? I'm forced to socialize with you? WHY!?

Oh. We're family. Well, way to guilt me into it. I'll spend the rest of the day with people I'd really rather never see, because we happened to be related. Sounds fantastic.

Don't get me wrong! I love my family...most of them...most of the time. The problem is, I'm the black sheep. I'm the almost-thirty-spinster who "can't keep a man or a job" (*won't* keep a man...the job thing is true) and is going to "die miserable and alone". Yeah, well, so are you, dick. I have "more cats than sense". So not true. I have 4 cats, and I have a whole jar of cents. (HA!)

I'm the alcoholic of the family, because I enjoy myself. I'm unhealthy, because I smoke. I'm also entirely too easy to use, apparently. Nobody ever calls to just say hi...it's only when they want something out of me.

Oh, which reminds me! I'm also the family slut. (Because I won't keep a man...kinda goes without saying, doesn't it?)

"Bitter, much?" You ask. "This is the time to be thankful for all that you have, not to go on a bitch-fest. You're just an ungrateful brat!"

*takes a bow*

I am thankful for what I have. Mostly, my sense of people. I am extremely grateful for my common sense and my ability to read between the lines of what people are saying to get to what they are *actually saying*.

I'm thankful for my friends' parents, who took me in when I had nowhere else to go, something my own "blood" wouldn't do.

I'm thankful for my friends, themselves, who are more like family to me than the one I was born into.

I'm thankful for my cats. (Look out! Crazy Cat Lady coming through!)

I'm thankful for steady meals.

I'm thankful to just be alive. Life is the best adventure story I will ever experience!

I'm not, however, thankful for this god-forsaken time of year. The fake smiles and false promises. The bullshit we tell ourselves so we make that phone call we've been dreading all year.

Seriously, though. If your family is so fucking important to you, why do you only make the effort to prove it, a couple times a year?

I hate the holidays.