Its that time of year again...

Yep Christmas. For some a grand holiday full of cheer and excitement. For others...a drudgery of a day involving mingling with the idiotic masses that are human beings.

Im a little of both. Im happy its x-mas...but I hate people. Namely some certain members of my family that have decided to ignore the fact that I exist at all.

My Uncle and Aunt that live in Washington D.C. were once cool people. My uncle a musician with an awsome sense of humor, and all round cool guy...someone I looked up to and had a strong relationship with. And my aunt...well we were never close....but she pushed me in the direction of becoming an artist and even trained me somewhat in graphic design.

But over the past few years...we've grown distant. My uncle and I used to hang out alot, but whenever he would visit...we hardly even talked. My aunt got more heavily involved with her church and began to look down on me and my family and I guess considered us not as good christians as she and her family. And the fact that they live in a huge house and we lived in a manufactured home was another strike against my family with them apparantly. We werent upper class enough.

Then things got personal. There son and I had somewhat of a good friendship, we gamed a bit together...I convinced him to get Halo 2 and an xbox and live so we could game and keep in touch. Which we did for a while. He convinced me to get a myspace page...so i did. Things were kosher for a while...then it happened. I shot him a funny picture of dude with a funny expression sayin "Aint Dat some shit". My aunt apparantly saw it while spying on him and decided to call my Uncle who was currently out of the country in a furious nonsensical rage.

So my Uncle calls me. And begins to threaten me with "Id hate to break family ties over this....blah blah...blah blah....". I got upset...namely because its not that big of a deal...the kid is 17...he hears and probably says worse at school. Fuck he's on myspace...gimme a break. And secondly...because my so-called loving Uncle who I've had nothing but respect for for more than 20 years is threatening me over the phone. So he talks to my mom about it as well. Which ends up being another long conversation with her explaining exactly what it was I sent him.

Apparantly a picture that says "Aint dat some shit" = pornography and internet trash. So I told my mother that I didnt send him porn...which I wasnt. To prove this I showed her the post before I deleted it. My mom actually laughed, called my aunt and called her a looney for being so uptight about it.

Hell my grandmother even laughed at the picture.

Since that time, everyone else in my family BUT me has received an email, b-day card or some other form of acknowledgement during a holiday. I dont even want money in the card. Just a fucking card or email acknowledging my existence.

My mother recently received a letter stating "Im sorry if I've offended anyone...its just that after a certain age my family doesnt send b-day cards and whatnot anymore....its just the way my mother did things...so thats how I do things. Hope this doesnt offend."

Fuck yeah this offends me. The fact Im only 26 and my 65 year old grandfather still gets cards from them? BULLSHIT! They are fuckin singling me out! Why? Im not a good enough christian and she doesnt like me. Well thats nice....I dont like her either.

Does this anger me? Yes very. If I ever see either my uncle or aunt again they will be ripped apart. I will leave them feeling so small and insecure about their life and what they mean on this dirtball planet that they would run home and bath themselves in the money they squander and hold on to so intently just so they could hope to find some kind of comfort. But they wont find any. Because it all burns in the end.

They wrote me off for no reason. My Uncle didnt even look at the post. He trusted his psychotic wife 100% instead of looking at it himself. He wouldnt even talk to his son about it. But he had no problem writing his nephew off.

So fuck them all. Let them rot in whatever fortune they feel they have for themselves. If D.C. fell off the face of the planet I would not shed a tear for them. They are dead to me. I pray I never see them again, because I would not be able to control myself.

Gatsu OUT!