Hanging out with bf's mom has made me realize I have an extremely low tolerance of people being "fake"

Nonsensical jokes that go nowhere. Random giggling at the end of sentences (she's old so...)

The aide who replaced me is that way too. Bf plays into it cuz welp it's his mom.

I am under no obligation to participate. Thank fuck.

Just chill here, tag TFLN on phone, and enjoy the cringe that is Xmas music.

Oh. Now they're singing along to Xmas music.

oh no

Xmas music travesty over! Now it's just silence. And the mum talking to her dogs to fill the void. I'm playing some lofi ambience to do the same.

BF: "Alexa! Count down from 10!"
Me: .......... why tf aren't we leaving yet

jeez, that sounds miserable.

finally home. stopped at my old haunt, the circle k, and i got some redd's wicked apple. it was a tedious couple of hours, but manageable.

It's always possible I'm being overly dramatic like a cat trapped in a socially awkward situation. But, is what it is.