Dinner... Dinner time sucks for me. I am expected to eat at the table... Which is fine, I am more than content with doing so. But it seems like almost every time I do, I witness something that shouldnt happen. And so I go to my room to eat, to be away from that. Then, of course the natural response to that is, Dont eat in your room. Theres mice/ants. ... Every time I ate in my room, I never seen a mouse or ant come in, out, or idle. Go eat at the table. Me: I really dont want to. Why? ... Must you ask... For starters there is yelling. (Not at me). Secondly at other times there is depression. Always an awkward silence that looms. The fact that you dont want to lift your head to even make polite eye contact, due to the intimidation afterwards. The criticism of how one should eat, what they should eat, when, and why. Its... Its stupid, to say the least. And when I am trying to avoid all of it, it always boils down to, Oh... He must be too good for us. ... What. Just... what. So yeah. Dinners; quite a /fun/ time. .-.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 03:04:04 +0000
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