Okay, so I don't really care about Christmas, but it sucks to be alone today
For the most part, large family gatherings make me uncomfortable.
It's something I'm totally unfamiliar with--my family's idea of "being together" was sitting on the couch during dinner after my dad had already walked out of the room.
Thanksgiving was always me, my mom, and my sister hanging out, while sometimes I secretly hoped for events like last night.
Or my brother's engagement party, or last Christmas at Olivia's.
Large family gatherings confuse me.
Because they make me want [to be part of?] a large family.
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I went to Molly's last night for their annual Christmas Eve party. I was instantly overwhelmed with the amount of people and admittedly, the sense of "family". Everyone knew each other and there I was, the random friend, who had to mingle and be likable despite the obvious discomfort I felt and projected.
Molly was really great at introducing me to everyone, though (Seriously. Skill.):
Her mom, Jackie, who was super cute and welcoming, tried to figure out gluten free things I could eat, even though she had already made epic amounts of (glutenous) food. She even offered to make something totally separate for me. I ate some chicken.
Her brother, her two sisters, her brother-in-law, and her nephew Beckett.
Her mom's friends
Her best friend, Gen[evieve]
&
various other people, most of whom were totally decked out in Christmas sweaters and Red. Lots of Red.
I tried to find something red....and eventually settled for my green sweater after deciding that a vest and tie might be a little much. (Why do I assume that it will make people uncomfortable if I look super-gay? oh well.)
Anyway, eventually the sense of discomfort left as I settled in the living room with a glass of wine as we all got ready to play their annual "Holiday Game". No idea what was happening, I played along as people got slips of paper and packs of play-doh.
We spent half an hour sculpting various parts of the Manger Scene (what is that?) our of play-doh. Molly and I built a donkey that looked more like a warthog until Matt came along and fixed our mess. In the end there was a camel that looked like a Brontosaurus, sheep that looked like turtles, and a giant Baby Jesus, who of course had lots of bling and cash money for the disciples or whatever. It was hilarious.
The rest of the night was filled with stupid toys (mustache partyyyy!) and lots more alcohol. Oh, and chocolate.
I got my fill of animal therapy and great conversations with Gen and Molly's other friend, Amy, who talked about 'jobs' and 'life direction' with me (which basically meant listening to me babble on and try to give me advice.)
By the end of the night I felt totally welcome.
It was fantastic.
It's something I'm totally unfamiliar with--my family's idea of "being together" was sitting on the couch during dinner after my dad had already walked out of the room.
Thanksgiving was always me, my mom, and my sister hanging out, while sometimes I secretly hoped for events like last night.
Or my brother's engagement party, or last Christmas at Olivia's.
Large family gatherings confuse me.
Because they make me want [to be part of?] a large family.
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I went to Molly's last night for their annual Christmas Eve party. I was instantly overwhelmed with the amount of people and admittedly, the sense of "family". Everyone knew each other and there I was, the random friend, who had to mingle and be likable despite the obvious discomfort I felt and projected.
Molly was really great at introducing me to everyone, though (Seriously. Skill.):
Her mom, Jackie, who was super cute and welcoming, tried to figure out gluten free things I could eat, even though she had already made epic amounts of (glutenous) food. She even offered to make something totally separate for me. I ate some chicken.
Her brother, her two sisters, her brother-in-law, and her nephew Beckett.
Her mom's friends
Her best friend, Gen[evieve]
&
various other people, most of whom were totally decked out in Christmas sweaters and Red. Lots of Red.
I tried to find something red....and eventually settled for my green sweater after deciding that a vest and tie might be a little much. (Why do I assume that it will make people uncomfortable if I look super-gay? oh well.)
Anyway, eventually the sense of discomfort left as I settled in the living room with a glass of wine as we all got ready to play their annual "Holiday Game". No idea what was happening, I played along as people got slips of paper and packs of play-doh.
We spent half an hour sculpting various parts of the Manger Scene (what is that?) our of play-doh. Molly and I built a donkey that looked more like a warthog until Matt came along and fixed our mess. In the end there was a camel that looked like a Brontosaurus, sheep that looked like turtles, and a giant Baby Jesus, who of course had lots of bling and cash money for the disciples or whatever. It was hilarious.
The rest of the night was filled with stupid toys (mustache partyyyy!) and lots more alcohol. Oh, and chocolate.
I got my fill of animal therapy and great conversations with Gen and Molly's other friend, Amy, who talked about 'jobs' and 'life direction' with me (which basically meant listening to me babble on and try to give me advice.)
By the end of the night I felt totally welcome.
It was fantastic.
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