Thanksgiving 2

You know what's terrible? When you arrive at a family gathering only to be poked, prodded and interrogated by family members. They start with the usual queries about school and work, and then they move on to what's happening after college. I have no idea what I'm doing after college. But they begin telling me that I need to start interviewing with companies now to ensure a job. But honestly, right now I don't give a fuck. I've worked like an animal putting out 60 hour weeks plus full-time 16 credit semesters at school for the past three years. I honestly don't care. I could fucking chill in my house and I'd be perfectly content. And the only way I came to this conclusion is the conversation that went on between the married couples minutes before

Randa: So Reema, how is everything?
Reema: You know, good, I'm trying to get my kids to do chores. I wish my husband would do them.
Bassam: When Randa and I first got married, if I left a dish in the sink too long she would bring the dish to the bedroom and chastise me.
Randa: You're too exhausting to keep up with. I'm tired.

I don't want to get old too quickly. I promise, my work ethic is excellent and I have no problem working. But these are my prime years and they will not be wasted.