is it wrong if i don’t really like certain members of my extended family? of course i know I’m supposed to like them… but, i don’t know.
my parents are both out of town right now, and, seeing as my brother is always stoned off-his-ass and i rarely clean up the kitchen when i’m done with my culinary endeavors, they decided we needed someone to look after us. unfortunately, that someone is my Uncle Steve.
now, I’m not saying Steve isn’t a nice guy. he is. It’s just… he’s one of those adults who try to tell me how to run my life. I’m not saying i know everything about the world, but I’m pretty mature for my age… minus my Hello Kitty obsession and my omnipresent fascination with the word “poop”.
when i walked in the door this afternoon after getting coffee and art supplies with Connor (because we’re just beat-ish like that), Uncle Steve casually asked me about my music. i was flattered that he was interested, and said it was going very well. that’s it, end of story. my deal. not your deal.
but no.
Uncle Steve decided that instead of just leaving the conversation like that, he was going to delve deep into the depths of my my musical experience. who is my guitar teacher? what does he teach me? blues theory and songwriting, huh? he should teach you more jazz theory. he should teach you how to read music. what bands has he played with? when are you recording your album? who are your musicians? you haven’t rehearsed yet? oh that’s bad. you should rehearse. your music is never going to be good unless you get everyone together at this time, at this place, yadayadayada. you should use only these PA’s. you shouldn’t get the guitar you want, you should get the one i want, so that i can come over to your house and play it…
you get the picture.
it’s just this “holier than thou” persona that he puts on all the time. i understand that he thinks he’s just trying to give me some advice, but really? i know plenty about music. i don’t need him trying to run my life for me. my mother already does that enough.
another thing that bothered me? i worked hard to make everyone a good meal. i made homemade mac and cheese, for christ’s sake! you’d think that my Uncle, AND my brother AND my brother’s friend Brian would at the very, very least clear their own plates. but no. Joe actually let Rusty lick his bowl and then just let it sit there, ON THE GROUND!
why can’t more men be like Connor? yesterday when i was feeling sick and disgusting he brought me Pog and mintwater, put on some DVD’s forme to watch and even made me homemade matzoh ball soup! which was DELICIOUS, by the way.
i really don’t know what i would do without that young man 
