As a marriageable female of a certain age, it is inevitable to be asked the *B/M question, otherwise known as the boyfriend/marriage Q during the oh-so-festive-season-where-relatives-whom-you-can’t-care-less-about-and-who-can’t-care-less-about-you imagine they have the right to interrogate and ask confidential and personal questions under the blanket right of being relatives. *roll eyes*
Yours truly’s recommendations on how to wiggle out of it...
Relative 1: B/M? (In dialect, of course)
Me: *smile and look around uncomprehendingly.
(Just leave the answering for one’s oh-so-versatile and eloquent mother.")
Relative 2: B/M?
Me: *blush *cough *shake head
(this is recommended only if one is able to blush at will, & convincingly and more importantly, to be executed only when one’s parents are not around to assist. This is so because it is possible that the first few attempts at blushing will mislead said relative into assuming that there is a potential guy in the picture and one is *shy. This will then result in being further interrogated and worse, your parents might join the field. Yikes!)
Relative 3: B/M?
Me: *lol* Of cos not, I want to work for a few years, travel lots of places and go back to school. B? M? Oh please. Who the hell has the time to take care of a guy?
(this is only recommended again when one’s parents are not ard to see one being patronizing of said relative)
Relative 4: B/M?
Me: Oh, lots of B, but M? No way. *shake head* M is for idiots.
(please refer to Relative 3 comment above)
Oh dear evilness, just kill me. *groan* And please, don't ask which approach yours truly took. Curiousity kills the cat, or rather it would more likely give you a *black eye.
Actually, that was an exaggeration. This year’s CNY is surprisingly more bearable than expected. Yours truly didn’t have to see too many obnoxious relatives or more importantly, speak to them. Thank Evilness!
Plus yours truly had a relatively fun night/sleepover at *Eccentric’s place even though we spent quite a bit of time playing TABOO but I like. *grin* Oh dear, does the fact that I’m not moaning about the torturous CNY implies that yours truly have mellowed? Or worse, has my threshold of tolerance for such *social aka boring aka miserable aka tedious, etc, gatherings increased?
I hope not.
Probably, yours truly has just mastered the art of being *obnoxious*sarcastic*patronizing*evil without offending relatives. *deadpan* In other words, yours truly was being *rude and they didn’t realize it. *hah!
As an irrelevant aside, saw a cousin yours truly have not seen in like 3 years and oh dreary dreary me, he has grown so-so feminine, and unless I read him wrongly, with certain issues on his sexual orientation.
It could just be me thinking *ridiculous thoughts
But I think
Not.
Shrug.
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I am a student of life, growing older by the minutes. I would like to say that I graduated from the school of hard knocks but unfortunately, it is not true. I come from a happy family with supportive parents, so if you are looking for a manically depressed pessimistic cynic, get out of this space.
I may at times be more sardonic and sarcastic than I should, but I am an essentially happy person (it's hard to be always melodramatically depressed really). If that's a contradiction in terms, who cares. It's my prerogative to be contradictory if I want to. I confess that I enjoy reading, writing, intelligence, sharp wits and sarcasm. Very blue-stocking habits that would be terrible in Victorian times, but lucky me, this is modern days, or so it is called. My goals in life include being a cold-hearted bitch, a successful career woman aka swindler, a professional liar, and maybe someone you could bring home to meet mom, but only on my *rare days of sentimentality.
I may at times be more sardonic and sarcastic than I should, but I am an essentially happy person (it's hard to be always melodramatically depressed really). If that's a contradiction in terms, who cares. It's my prerogative to be contradictory if I want to. I confess that I enjoy reading, writing, intelligence, sharp wits and sarcasm. Very blue-stocking habits that would be terrible in Victorian times, but lucky me, this is modern days, or so it is called. My goals in life include being a cold-hearted bitch, a successful career woman aka swindler, a professional liar, and maybe someone you could bring home to meet mom, but only on my *rare days of sentimentality.
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