My brother came over today to borrow my pressure washer. I didn’t want to let him use it but I have to because he is my brother. Whenever he borrows something he doesn’t return it. I have to go begging for it when I need it. I know how Ned Flanders feels. This time I asked him when he could bring it back to set limits.
Fortunately he and his wife picked it up and left without having to make much small talk. I don’t like spending time with them. I feel very uncomfortable around them. I have to be careful what I say because they are easily offended by the slightest things.
I am also unable to express my feelings around them because I will surely get the “weird face”. You know that face people give you when they don’t understand you and think you are fucked up? Rather than maybe getting a little understanding or sympathy for my pain I get judged. It’s not pleasant. Consequently I just keep my mouth closed. Since I also can’t stand small talk it makes being together pointless.
I hope my silence speaks volumes to them but I’m sure it falls on deaf ears. Normal people live in a different dimension.