Face Space

I've been feeling a little bit frustrated with my family recently and I don't really know what to do about it.

Recently certain members of my family have been taking it upon themselves to organise things that are then compulsory to attend. I know, I know. How can things be compulsory when you're fucking 25? Well, I don't know. I guess I'm just a little pussy who doesn't want to rock the boat.

Yesterday was Ria's birthday. I bought her a voucher for a hot air balloon so that she'll be able to keep me company when I go.

Yesterday was my Dad's birthday. I bought him a jug to replace the one that I bought at Christmas time which is now gone. This one is metal. And pink.

So last week when we everyone was together we spoke about when we should have the family dinner thing for the joint birthdays. Ria and I said that we'd be going out to dinner on the Tuesday. Nanna said that was good, because she plays bowls on a Tuesday and it's a bit much to play bowls and then make a roast. So we decided that it wouldn't be Tuesday.

While my phone was down last week I received a message from my Aunt to say that the dinner was to be on the Tuesday. My father had obviously been upset that things weren't going his way and thrown a bit of a tantrum.

This weekend we are all going away en masse. For the whole weekend. Friday night. Saturday. Saturday night. Sunday. We're going to watch the whales frolick in the waters off Hervey Bay.

There's a couple of reasons for this trip. The first is that it's something that Mum always wanted to do, and ran out of time. The second is that Dad wants to have a family meeting, one where he's able to unveil his grand family legacy. Apparently it's all he's been working on recently. I was given a copy of it last night. It's 70 pages long. I haven't been game to read it. I think that it'll just make me angry.

So once we arrive in Hervey Bay everything will be timetabled. I think that the plan is for "drinks and nibbles" on the Friday night. Saturday morning it's up and at 'em pretty early for the whales. After the whale watching there will be a short break, followed by a lecture from Dr Robb (Managing Director Musgrave Financial Group) where he will go through his manifesto. I can't fucking wait.

The plan from there is for a barbecue with some more drinks. I'm going to fuck off at that point because I'll have had enough. I've got a mate who lives up in Hervey Bay, so Ria and I will go and see him. Dr Robb was saying last night that my friend should come to the barbecue. It's not going to happen.

Sunday is actually my grandmother's birthday. That should be nice. I think that a family breakfast has been pencilled in. After that we are free to make our own way home.

So the thing is, I don't know how to react to this sort of stuff. It was pointed out to me that my current approach of acting out is a bit juvenile. But I guess that's how I feel. As though my opinion doesn't count and as though what I want doesn't count. I think that I'll need to be clearer in future. Let people know that when they make plans without including me, then there's a good chance that I won't be involved in them. I'm sick of being told what I am going to do, instead of being asked what I would like to do.

Fuck. This shit really pisses me off. I'm not 15 anymore.