I have a lot of these, but the worst ones are with your extended family who you don’t know enough to speak to and equally the same enough to shun.
I hung out with my grandma 24 hours a day until I was 9, and people from Vietnam began moving in. Then, when we moved out, she went to stay in cramped apartments with said relatives. I see her about once a year.
I had to sit between her and my mom as they chatted about mundane things such as children and pants and Los Angeles. I sat there and gave brief, monosyllabic replies whenever I was addressed to, most of the time without any real idea what they were talking about.
Grandma: She’s so big!
Mom: She has my eyes.
Me: …:)
Grandma: Her hair.
Mom: Her ears. :O Her earring holes closed up. Let’s repierce them.
Me: =|… :)…
Mom: Okay?
Me: ….:)…
Mom: What kind of girl doesn’t wear earrings??
And it kept going like that. My grandma told a story about how she almost killed me when I was a baby, and I was like, okay. THEN finally:
Grandma: yap yap yap.
Mom: yap yap yap. okay you can go now.
I felt it would come off as rude if I fled, so I was obligated to stay a few more minutes, until my mom thankfully told me I could go again.
