wasting my time at home celebrating the day we tried to be nice to the Native Americans right before we went on to conquer and slaughter them for the next couple centuries.
ack, these stupid holidays would be so much more relaxing if I didn't have all these stupid social obligations all the damn time
ack, fucking responsibilities.
yesterday i come home from work and there is a couple in my living room that moved to washington a few years ago. a friend of my wife (from the kids school) and her husband. real nice people but i simply suck at chit chatting.
what do i do,
* look them in the eyes when they are regailing me with a story that i don't care about?
* look at her boobs while he is tal;king (my natural instinct says to do this)?
* enlighten them with a boring story of my own; i often only wish to talk about what i am into at the moment?
* wander off into my own thoughts and simply laugh on cuwe whenever someone else does?
* excuse myself to go to the bathroom, come out a half hour later and warn everybody to stay clear of that part of the house?
*pretend that it is business as usual and go online?
either way, it all seems so phony and it drives me fucking nuts when people just drop by.
holidays are an organized social, for which i have no aptitude.
edit: i am taking this rant to the bitch about it forum.
maybe someone else has some advice. before its too late.
