When most people think about Thanksgiving, they think about an extravagant feast filled with turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, stuffing, and more. But for me, on the other hand, I think about the brutal hours I have to sit through of non stop questioning and annoyance from my family members.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a huge family person. I love spending time with my cousins, but Thanksgiving dinners with all my aunts and uncles are downright unmanageable. I don’t know about you guys, but our dinner table conversations covers everything from religion, to college, to marriage. It’s actually ridiculous.
Usually, me and my little sister run away from the situation if we’re ever having a sit down dinner with all my aunts and uncles. The stuff they ask sometimes is just either embarrassing or hard to answer, and then you seem dumb for not knowing what they’re talking about. But for some reason, we can almost NEVER escape the dreaded sit down dinner at Thanksgiving.
In my culture, it’s pretty rare to have dinners where all of the women, men, and kids are sitting down all together for a meal. Thanksgiving is literally the only exception, which I find pretty interesting. Besides the fact that we’re an unconventional family in every other aspect, Thanksgiving always seems to fit into its own category.
Because I’ve been applying to colleges this season, I know that’s going to make up the majority of the conversation this Thursday night.
“Have you heard back from any schools yet? What’s your top school?”
“What’s your major? Journalism? Will you be able to find a good job?”
“How’s school going? Are you on top of all your prayers and Sunday school?”
This Thanksgiving dinner is easily the last thing I’m looking forward to. Thank god I’m not at that stage yet, but I know that sooner or later the topic of marriage will come up. Ew. What I don’t understand is that why are all these questions saved for Thanksgiving!? It seems like my family members have a set agenda of exactly what types of questions to ask and how to ask them.
And then because there’s so much food, everyone will be forcing food onto my plate and down my throat literally the entire night. There’s nothing I hate more than being force fed on Thanksgiving dinners. Usually on normal dinner events, I can get away with eating as little or as much as I want. But I swear, on Thanksgiving there’s no escaping the food.
Other than that, I’d say Thanksgiving is pretty cool. It might be the one day my family has a somewhat conventional holiday celebration. Let’s just see how this year goes.