I hate it. Why is my family so insufferable? Why can’t I be open with them? I want to scream my fear. My anguish. I am wine drunk btw (certainly unrelated).
I want so desperately for them to understand. Y’all feel me? This shit is ass.
How do I express my disillusionment in a way that does not trigger their internalized propaganda response?
I’m on the opposite side of the spectrum where I wish I had people to do things with the way everyone else does. My parents are so Old World the entire concept of Thanksgiving is foreign to them. They’ll celebrate Christmas even though they’re not Christians, but not Thanksgiving.
Are they secret communists ffs?!