I wish I could be one of those people that can spend all day and into the evening with their family laughing and singing and clapping hands and all that sweet stuff that doesn't even exist except for in people's imaginations.
My attitude gets in the way.
I am now on the island (Vancouver Island, that is..) visiting Grandpa with my Dad, his girlfriend and one of my sisters. I told myself I would spend one night here...and now here I am about to spend my second night. I guess I could admit at this point that I'm too lazy to get on the ferry and catch a bus home. I would rather sulk here in the basement, honestly and truly. I don't want to turn into a monster when I'm in public, I'll save that for my family that I see three times a year.
I wanted to watch 'Father of the Bride' with Elizabeth Taylor, and was all excited about it until the entire family came into the room and sat down... and then I said that we didn't have to watch it 'cause I knew everyone would get bored (don't even get me started on the psychological analysis of that). So, then being the sulker I am (and after everyone was like, "We'll watch it! Let's give it a try,") I left the room and decided to check my email.
They're still watching it now.
Of course I'm being a tiiiny bit of a baby, but I think I can blame the feeling of suffocation by having everyone around. You know - answering questions about stuff you'd rather not talk about, not engaging in conversation, pretending you don't hear what the other person said...
I guess I need a vacation from my vacation.
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