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It’s all relative

It’s my birthday on the 24th.
I’m not looking forward to it.
It’s not because I’m turning that bastard age of 20, where 21 is just taunting me from not-so-far-away. It’s not because I won’t have some loving significant other to share some intimate kiss with to seal the day. It’s not because I won’t be in Murray.
It’s all because I have to spend it with 100 of my [not-so] close family members.
You see, the 24th is also Thursday. Thanksgiving. Turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, gravy and hot rolls. It’s a great birthday supper to have. But to have to spend it away from that significant other, or even just my immediate family, just ruins it for me.
I love my family. All of them. They can just be very…….yeah. They’re from Kentucky. They live simple lives. It’s hard for some of them to grasp everything the world throws at me. And it makes for awkward conversations because I don’t live in their world, and they don’t live in mine.
Whatever.
They are my family, and I love them.
I’m looking forward to spending time with Emily, my favorite cousin. We really never spoke much until this last few months. We’ve realized that we have lots in common, and have come to know each other a little better.
And I just found out she’s not going to be able to come.
Fuck.
If I have to get another present like I did last year (granted, it was for Christmas, but it’s the same group of family), I’ll shoot myself. Well, after I shoot the offender.
Anyway.
Tonight, beer and Garth Brooks are making loads of sense. So I’m working with each, hand in hand, and really just loving it.
Another beef I’ve been having is being teased. Teasing is not always sexual, but that seems to be what I’ve been receiving lots of. A certain ex of mine has gotten into a new relationship. She talks with me about it, knowing full well that I still kinda want her back, if for nothing but the physical aspect. Well, her new beau’s old girlfriend won’t leave them alone. And guess who gets to hear the drama.
Yeah.
So basically, from here on out, I’m probably just going to be what every girl wants. Someone emotionally unavailable that they can fix, someone that isn’t always there.
And when they realize what a good guy they could have had by having the real me, I hope they ask to get him the next time instead.