My Family: Part 1

I hate my mom's side of the family.
I know that sounds horrible but I do.

I hate that I don't fit in with most of them.
I hate that I'm one of the only people to go to college.
I hate that no one talks to me about what I go to school for.
They all could care less that I'm an artist.
Hello, I do like to tell people about the cool things I do in the darkroom.

I hate that my uncle is a selfish, drug addicted man that no one will help.
I guess it's ok to turn a blind eye to someone who is clearly killing himself.
I hate that my grandmother acts like everything is just peachy with our family.
Oh, it's far beyond ok or normal.
I hate that my two cousins who had children at the age of 16 aren't looked upon in shame.
It was actually praised.

I hate most of my cousins.
They're either trashy, annoying, douche bags, ghetto or stupid.
It's not name calling when it's true.
I hate the feeling that my one aunt probably doesn't know my name.
I hate that my family is so cliquey.
I don't think it's on purpose but it happens.

I hate that most everyone smokes.
I don't and I don't enjoy having to smell it every holiday or even be around it.
I hate that my grandmother invites other people to our family holidays who aren't family members.
Most of the time they are sucky people that I want nothing to do with.
I hate when we have to have family functions.
I hate the holidays most of the time just because I have to spend at least two hours with these people.

I hate how superficial my aunt is.
All she ever says to me is "Hi, gorgeous."
Thank you, but there is more to me than my face.
I hate that my uncle produced the worst group of children ever.
I hate them.
I hate that my cousin knows I hate him, yet he still tries to be funny around me.
Dude, stop it. We all think you're dumb. It's not cute to be hung over on Christmas Eve.

I hate that I'm somehow supposed to like and get along with these people.
Just because they're your family doesn't mean you have to like them.