Tag: family stuff

Apple licking, Black Friday, cozy blankets

Apple picking: If you could go anywhere, where would it be and why?: I wanna hang out with my grandma and my siblings and my cousins, probably watching a stupid movie and eating junk food. If you mean location, I want to go back to Scotland and New Orleans.

Black Friday: What is one thing, if anything, you would sell your soul to own?: Aww fuck. The safety, happiness, and well-being of my loved ones is all I can think of. The damn cathechism says very few things are worth more than my eternal soul.

Cozy blankets: Where do you feel the safest and most at home?: Literally in my bed reading a book at like 4 am when everyone else is asleep and I’m tired but not tired enough to GO TO SLEEP. That’s been my entire existence.

Not chill

I attended the LOVELY wedding of a family friend (could have been shit, considering it was at an outdoor setting in JULY and that the reception was NOT air-conditioned), and I was trying to hold my shit together—playing intermediary between people my family members don’t want to see, being pleasant to everyone else, only having JUST so much wine while also remaining normal, helping the mother of the groom organize things because she’s basically my aunt, talking with my siblings and not ignoring other people who seem to enjoy my presence for some reason, trying not to show off too much skin, dancing enough so that I show that I am enjoying myself—and my sibling has the gall to tell my mother to “control your daughter” because apparently the sib wanted to leave earlier than I did and I agreed to DANCE with the MOTHER OF THE GROOM.

Child, I can end you.

Don’t go to the wedding if you don’t want to attend the wedding.