Does anyone else find Thanksgiving absolutely meaningless? Or is something just wrong with me? For the past couple years, I haven't really thought about Thanksgiving until, say, 2 days before. And then I'm just like "...Oh. Thanksgiving. Okay then." I really wouldn't miss it if it disappeared. Wouldn't really notice if for some reason we skipped it one year. We've been going to a family friend's house for Thanksgiving for a while now, and every year, I really just can't wait until it's over and we go home. I mean...we go there early afternoon, all the teenage boys go to the basement and lose themselves in video games. I'm the only teenage girl, and I get stuck with whatever little kids happen to be there...they seem to be strangely attracted to me somehow.
So then at some point we start eating, I deal with the usual questions about why I don't want any turkey, finish eating quite a bit earlier than everyone else. Of course the little 7 year old girl finishes eating about the same time I do... "Come on! Let's go play hide and seek!" "Umm...wait...I'm not done eating." (yes, I'm a horrible person, but this gets old fast.)
So after dinner is a repeat of early afternoon, boys playing videogames, me trying unsuccessfully to avoid the small children. I usually end up pleading insanity, excuse me, fatigue, and go lie down on the couch. Unless the football game is on, in which case I go upstairs and hope that Mrs. B. tells her niece that I'm not feeling well, leave me alone, etc.
Yeah, Thanksgiving means absolutely nothing to me. Maybe if we went to my aunt's house like we used to I wouldn't mind so much, but she lives in Florida now.

But hey, maybe this year there might be a girl my age, or a guy my age who I haven't known since elementary school and isn't glued to the game controls.

Maybe I can hitch a ride down to Florida.