It's the day before thanksgiving and I already want to go home. I'm out at my girlfriend's mom's place in San Diego, and
1) I've gotten the worst headcold I've had since the one that took away all hearing in my left year last winter
2) It's San Diego. I don't like crowded cities. I don't care for California.
3) With every moment I observe the matriarch of this clan, it's clear to me that narcissism and passive aggressiveness are a recurring problem to the degree that they can only be in privileged society. It's straight up Arrested Development in here
4) The conspicuous consumption on display around here shoves me ever further toward the end of the political spectrum that I can't voice while being here to keep the peace.
5) It is OBVIOUS and APPARENT to anyone who isn't part of this family that the only reason any of this 86 year old's woman's kids can stand being in the same room with each other is the imminent inheritance, and nobody wants to be the one who "breaks up the family."
and most of all
6) Today is the day that the worst of the bunch is to arrive. From all accounts, he's a solipsistic leech with tendencies toward pedophilia and physical abuse... but he's also the oldest and thus the golden child and so the Mom won't hear an unkind word about him and believes his side of every conflict. He's currently under investigation for arson and insurance fraud because he got mad when his mother wouldn't give him money to renovate the house she bought him, so he (so I hear from both my GF and her younger brother) got some of his GF's friends to set fire to it while he had a very conspicuous alibi... but wasn't able to act well enough to avoid suspicion. We can only hope he goes to jail soon. But in the short term, I have to be on my A-game on my toes around this guy and do my best to play the balance game of social interaction... while my mental faculties are impaired by my cold and the medicine I'm taking for same.
Ugh.
