So I had an absolute blast last night, returning home after a long dinner, and a looot of karaoke. Think it was 12.30am by the time I came home. Too bad I was dragged to yet another of these stupid Asian BBQ gatherings today. For fuck's sake, I'm so sick of my own culture. Can't Chinese people do anything else but have BBQs? I swear to God every time my family has decided to be social--- it means going to a BBQ. I don't even like BBQs that much. I've gotten to that stage where BBQ meat tastes revolting, and meat in general is rather unpleasant.
Anyway, I sat at this stupid BBQ, eating on my own because ehhh, no company. Then I take my sister around, because she wanted to play or whatever. An hour later, I get sick of it, so I dump my sister with my mother, and mope in a corner. I just sit there, playing on my phone, waiting for my mother to come tell me that we can go home. So I wait. And wait. And wait.
Two hours later, I got so fed up that I walk over and tell my mother that I'm catching a bus home, and that I'm sick and tired of this shit. Seems like my family had no intention of leaving, and we were going to be there til sunset. My mother blames me for the crappy time I'm having, because it's my fault I haven't gone out to meet anyone. WELL, THE PEOPLE THERE WERE UNDER THE AGE OF 13 OR OVER THE AGE OF 30. How the fuck was I meant to entertain myself? Talk to the little kiddies--- ohhh right, because I loooove children and childcare. For fuck's sake. Join the adults? Listen to the women discuss home-recipes, or put up with the men having pseudo-intellectual conversations about the economy? FUCK. I swear that even I, a teenage economics drop-out, know more economics than all of them combined.
In short, I behaved like an absolute pest, and told my mother I wanted to go, now. Then the host of the BBQ said, "why don't you go play with XXX? You two were at Melbourne together." Immediately, I was like, "who is XXX?" Another one of my pet hates--- people assume that I remember them when we haven't spoken for years. Melbourne? The last time I went to Melbourne was fucking 6 years ago!
Awkwardly, it turned out that XXX was the host's daughter, so I must've shamed my mother greatly, since she was the host's friend. Ohhhh look, I just stepped on an Asian-social-landmine. MY BAD. I don't even feel the slightest shred of remorse. Yeah, I don't remember her. And for fuck's sake, DON'T refer to your daughter by name when you've never introduced her to me, by her name. What, I was just supposed to magically learn someone's name without being told, and without having seen them, or even thought about them for the last 6 years?
My mother came into my room just then, letting me know that I'd been entirely unpleasant, and I could've just told her I didn't want to go. Ohhh yeah, because I totally wouldn't have done that, if it had been an option. She then let me know that one of our family acquaintances--- who, by the way, I have not seen for 7 years, is coming down from Queensland. Oh oh, and guess what: WE'RE INVITED TO A DINNER BBQ TOMORROW EVENING!!! "He's coming down with his wife Oh! You played with his son at the beach all those years ago, remember? He's in university now, since he's a year older than you."
...Yeah, yeah thanks. I totally remember him. And his son. Yes. What was that before, about me not-having to go to BBQs if I didn't want to?
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