The Kin Intolerance Syndrome
If there is any treatment available to my not so unusual but unexplained syndrome, I’d gladly seek it out. Do you know your relatives have more than 100 ways at their disposal to ruin your peace? Having relatives over at my place for long is a sure way to put me off. They touch on that subject every time they set their eyes on me. “Why are you so skinny?”, “Hey, you look the same when I last saw you”, “Don’t you eat properly?” and so they continue to prod when throughout the talk, their tone and face shouts ‘FAKE, FAKE!’. They do not stop with that, of course, oh no, they usurp your room, your bed and lecture you at lengths on why their sons’ and daughters’ career choices are likely to be better than yours. Pah! My parents having put up with their nonsense for years unashamedly shove me forward to save themselves. When I can’t bear it anymore, I turn quite evil, setting them up one against the other. I become surly and reply offhand whenever they pretend to ask something about me. It’s mild enough not to cause any harm but it does make them leave early. I even ask them if they want any tickets to be booked and get them done rather quickly that they have no other choice. After they reach their town, they make a phone call to complete that odd ritual which should be completed with relatives but unsurprisingly I’d be the one they’d avoid saying hello to. That makes me sickly happy. I know it’s wrong but I can’t help it.