Turkey!!

Today is Thanksgiving, and I really don't support this holiday at all, because it's nothing more than an American-centric ode to colonialism, and the celebration of the systematic oppression and genocide of an entire set of people. People like to sort of self-satisfiedly give thanks for the things that their privilege affords them, but they refuse to think about the deeply problematic implications of what they're celebrating, and just, all in all, it really gets me all steamed up. Also, we have to celebrate with a family dinner, and HOOO boy, that's A Thing all right. I always try not to get into arguments, but I really can't help it, because they say Such Things, and then I have to reply, and I let a lot of them go, okay, but it's hard to always be holding myself back. So we argue, and then I have to turn around and soothe the situation again, which I do, but MAN it's a pain.
(I'm really fun at parties, you guys)
Okay, so the other thing! This is literally a holiday based on eating. So you can see why it would be a problem for me. I'm doing better, but I hate eating with my family, and I'm not sure how I can possibly drink to get myself through it, because we'll be at my grandma's house, and I can't exactly go asking her where she keeps the alcohol, now, can I? Maybe I should bring a flask. That's a very postmodern anti-hero thing to do. I could also bring some cigarettes, and not smoke them because I don't want to contribute to anyone's poor health, and also I don't really support the tobacco industry as a whole and don't want to take part in any of their production, but I could just have them, and then act all tough and weather-beaten and stuff. It would be cool.
Dear me, I do dislike these dinners. They're always so terribly awkward. I just know Dad is going to make us go around the table and say what we're thankful for, which would be okay, only he's going to turn it into an excuse to give a sermon and make everyone really uncomfortable. I feel the icy chill of social isolation already (or is that just the lack of a heater in the house?). Well, at least we can all have each other's backs in this coming storm. Or not, I mean, that probably won't happen. But in theory.
The one thing that I am looking forward to is nice food. We're going to have all the traditional stuff, as well as less-traditional stuff, and it'll be delicious. But even so, there's a problem. We're making the potatoes, so I got to be in charge of how many we cooked, but then Mom said we couldn't cook that many, so we have only 14 now. That's less than two per person, and I really don't think that's enough. How are we supposed to have a nice Thanksgiving meal if we don't have enough potatoes? You don't understand; I'm legitimately concerned about this. I'm going to have to give up my potatoes so everyone else can have enough :( that's more of a sacrifice than anyone could be expected to make. (I'ma do it, but I ain't gone like it) Maybe there will be enough other stuff that people won't eat so many potatoes, and I can have some after all? No, that's too much to hope. Goodbye, potatoes, goodbye!
I really don't want to have Nice Pleasant conversation while we're there. You know, I'm just going to bring my schoolbag and study the whole time. I do have an exam on Tuesday, so I sort of have an excuse, and studying calms me down anyway, so maybe I won't fly off the handle and start panicking all over the place. This is what I will do, and no one can stop me. Thank you.
Actually, we're about to leave soon, so I should go. I don't want to make us late. All righty then, goodbye for now! And remember, don't celebrate American colonialism!