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Oh before I go on to complain, I just had a dinner with a bunch of my family and they all remember and can corroborate the details of my bullied classmate holding my class at gunpoint in fifth grade. Middle-Little also confirmed for me that they did not have phones in the classrooms at our elementary school, and that in fact no, the police were never at any point involved in the matter. She’s 3 years behind me but they hadn’t made any changes in that time, either. So. For the record.
(I guess I’m glad that post never got any more popular than it did. I’ve been trying this whole time to find any mention of it in any kind of anywhere on the Internet, and no. As far as the authorities are concerned it never happened. While I’m in town I should track down anyone else from that class who’s not dead from heroin yet [Christ it has been brutal here] but you know I might not really have the stomach for that. But really, if anyone was like, prove it, I’d have to be like, uh. I kind of. Can’t. That’s fucked-up.)
ANYHOW. On to my original point of making a post:
I love my middle-little sister but there’s making jokes about being a Hot Mess ™ and then there’s concretely telling the family group chat in writing and then separately several of us in person concrete details that make you verifiably sound like a Hot Mess ™ and then being like ‘man why does everyone think I’m a Hot Mess ™’ and it’s like GURL U TEXTED OUR MOM THAT YOU WERE TOO DRUNK TO DRIVE TO FAMILY DINNER AND THEN TOLD ME AND LITTLE SISTER THAT YOU E-MAILED A LOCAL BOWLING ALLEY AT TWO AM AFTER DRINKING AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF WINE SOLO AND DON’T REMEMBER SENDING THE EMAIL
maybe just as an experiment try cutting down on the booze! also! remember how our uncle died an alcoholic and our mother, his only sister, is sort of Touchy/Worried about that shit, maybe at least don’t TEXT OUR MOM WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK good lord. (She verbatim was like “i know we were having family dinner tonight but i was at this wine tasting thing and you know how that goes I might not be ok to drive for a while!” and we’re all like jesus fucking christ.) (Like, I know the wine tasting thing had been scheduled before we like last-minute called a family dinner, but you just text and say “this thing’s running late like i warned u it might, i’m not sure when i’ll be along, don’t wait for me but if i can i’ll come afterward!” I know it’s family, you don’t have to impress anyone, but you can at least attempt to keep up appearances if you’re worried that people are unfairly judging you? That’s not lying, “this thing” absolutely includes being too buzzed to drive afterward.)
Like. Visualize yourself not acting like a hot mess, and pretend, even if you don’t think you’re a hot mess, and then maybe people will stop acting like you’re a hot mess.
I know, I shouldn’t complain. Our family’s actually pretty functional most of the time. This is literally all the drama we really have, that our Hot Mess Middle-Little Sister who actually just landed a pretty prestigious job and is making her way pretty fine in the world on her own complains that we all think she drinks too much because she constantly talks about drinking too much.
It could be worse. But. I reserve the right to roll my fucking eyes about her, like, a lot.
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Oh before I go on to complain, I just had a dinner with a bunch of my family and they all remember and can corroborate the details of my bullied classmate holding my class at gunpoint in fifth grade. Middle-Little also confirmed for me that they did not have phones in the classrooms at our elementary school, and that in fact no, the police were never at any point involved in the matter. She’s 3 years behind me but they hadn’t made any changes in that time, either. So. For the record.
(I guess I’m glad that post never got any more popular than it did. I’ve been trying this whole time to find any mention of it in any kind of anywhere on the Internet, and no. As far as the authorities are concerned it never happened. While I’m in town I should track down anyone else from that class who’s not dead from heroin yet [Christ it has been brutal here] but you know I might not really have the stomach for that. But really, if anyone was like, prove it, I’d have to be like, uh. I kind of. Can’t. That’s fucked-up.)
ANYHOW. On to my original point of making a post:
I love my middle-little sister but there’s making jokes about being a Hot Mess ™ and then there’s concretely telling the family group chat in writing and then separately several of us in person concrete details that make you verifiably sound like a Hot Mess ™ and then being like ‘man why does everyone think I’m a Hot Mess ™’ and it’s like GURL U TEXTED OUR MOM THAT YOU WERE TOO DRUNK TO DRIVE TO FAMILY DINNER AND THEN TOLD ME AND LITTLE SISTER THAT YOU E-MAILED A LOCAL BOWLING ALLEY AT TWO AM AFTER DRINKING AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF WINE SOLO AND DON’T REMEMBER SENDING THE EMAIL
maybe just as an experiment try cutting down on the booze! also! remember how our uncle died an alcoholic and our mother, his only sister, is sort of Touchy/Worried about that shit, maybe at least don’t TEXT OUR MOM WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK good lord. (She verbatim was like “i know we were having family dinner tonight but i was at this wine tasting thing and you know how that goes I might not be ok to drive for a while!” and we’re all like jesus fucking christ.) (Like, I know the wine tasting thing had been scheduled before we like last-minute called a family dinner, but you just text and say “this thing’s running late like i warned u it might, i’m not sure when i’ll be along, don’t wait for me but if i can i’ll come afterward!” I know it’s family, you don’t have to impress anyone, but you can at least attempt to keep up appearances if you’re worried that people are unfairly judging you? That’s not lying, “this thing” absolutely includes being too buzzed to drive afterward.)
Like. Visualize yourself not acting like a hot mess, and pretend, even if you don’t think you’re a hot mess, and then maybe people will stop acting like you’re a hot mess.
I know, I shouldn’t complain. Our family’s actually pretty functional most of the time. This is literally all the drama we really have, that our Hot Mess Middle-Little Sister who actually just landed a pretty prestigious job and is making her way pretty fine in the world on her own complains that we all think she drinks too much because she constantly talks about drinking too much.
It could be worse. But. I reserve the right to roll my fucking eyes about her, like, a lot.
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