Christmas Traditions

The thing I dread most about Christmas time, besides the extended amount of time spent with family, is the dreaded nagging questions about my license status. Mostly it comes from Daddy Dearest’s side of the fam.

I dread, every year, when every single one of them come up to me and ask, “Have you gotten that license yet?” Then, I have to tell them I still haven’t and they always shake their head at me, laugh me off, or offer to help me get over my fear (which is so nice; ty Great Uncle and Aunt!).

This year I do not think I can take it. I sort of snapped at my Great Aunt a couple weeks ago at a jewels party my distant cousin was throwing. Good god the amount of relatives. Anyway, she asked about the license. AGAIN. And I told her I still hadn’t gotten it and she began the schpeal of: I need to get it, when am I going to get it, what am I going to do without it, how will I live, etc. etc. I just got brutally honest and was like Great Aunt, I really have no idea, I don’t think I ever will, I don’t think I can (w/out the assistance of various drugs in my system to calm me the fuck down), and I thought after all these years you guys would quit asking and figure it out that I can’t. A family friend over heard my little, um truth vomit, reply and actually said that if I know I can’t drive and know I’m not comfortable doing it, then good for me. She said there are plenty of people out driving that shouldn’t be and at least I was smart enough to know.

Tonight, we went to Great Aunt’s to wrap presents for a needy family – more family members were present and the q’s were asked again. I answered the same and all of their reply’s where the same. What would the holidays be without traditions?