Hold Your Friends Accountable

After a long hiatus from my social life due to work, I meet up with one of my good old friends for breakfast. He’s been busy as well so he didn’t take my absence personal. We caught up with each other and reminisced about our fun times. I interrupted him mid-story. “Aye, what happened to dude y’all used to hang with all the time when you weren’t with us?” My friend lets out a laugh that sounded more like shade than amusement. “I don’t talk to him anymore because he doesn’t take care of his son”. I was shocked yet admired by his response. It actually had me thinking the entire day. 

None of Your Business Now Pass The Hot Sauce Please: Spending Holidays With Nosey Family

If you can't openly discuss how your Uncle Eugene's kids are both siblings and cousins, then you don't have to feel forced to explain why you're still single at the dinner table. I know the feeling of dreading being asked invasive questions out in the open all too well. I came to the dinner table to drown my macaroni and greens in hot sauce. Not to get interrogated on why I curse so much on facebook and when am I getting married. Fortunately, I made a promise to myself to stop doing unnecessary shit that I hate, like forcing myself to enjoy musicals and answering questions that I don't want to answer. Although being brutally honest is kind of fun, I found a kind yet stern way to answer invasive questions. This is "Per my last e-mail" sass but for your family.