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[logomancer]

Every so often, I'm reminded of why I don't like coming up here. Like today. Mom and Grandma took me out to lunch, one of the few things we actually go out and do up here. It's not so bad, since this part of WV has some decent places to eat. But Mom and Grandma are such a pain in the ass. Every time, they treat me like I was some little kid that's 5'9" tall. They talk about me in the third person when I'm sitting right next to them:

"Oh, he finally got up!" (said after I had been awake for 3 hours watching movies)
"You sure he's gonna be able to eat after those pancakes?" "Yeah." (Grandma and Mom discussing my appetite for lunch, three hours after I had breakfast)
"Boy, he was hungry!" (ditto, this time during lunch)

They also tell me what to do. I want to wear one set of clothes, they want me to wear something else. We finish lunch at the restaurant, I want to go, Grandma wants to stay for no apparent reason other than to spite me, and calls me a "typical male" for wanting to leave after finishing a meal (I am so gods-damned tired of that phrase). And if I try to object to any of this, I'm told to be quiet, and called "cranky". Like "little baby needs a nap" cranky.

This is the reason I hate coming up here. I'm 21 years old, but they treat me like I'm 3. I could be 40 and they'd treat me like a little kid. Just because I don't think the same way they do about things. Because I don't like being made fun of by them, them misrepresenting what I say to make their story to the relatives better at my expense. And if I complain, whoops, look out, little baby needs a nap again. I could throttle them both.

Folks, this is why I miss you all. Because every holiday, I have to come back up here and deal with Mom and Grandma thinking I'm a baby writ large. After 15 years of this crap, I'm on my last nerve. All I can say is that I'm so glad I'll be in Blacksburg for the holidays next year. I may bitch about the lot of you, but at least you treat me like an adult instead of patronizing me.

It looks like I'll be on my own for New Years' again. If I had a car, I'd be down at kittenchan's and vond's party in a heartbeat. Alas, I do not, and I don't see Mom wasting 5 hours of her life driving me down and back. I just wish I had more friends in C-Ville.