the poor guy at my workplace, who doesn’t know what he’s getting into: hey, are you single?
me, who’s ace af and regularly rolls nat 1s in social skills when I’m not mentally flailing: I’m busy
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the poor guy at my workplace, who doesn’t know what he’s getting into: hey, are you single?
me, who’s ace af and regularly rolls nat 1s in social skills when I’m not mentally flailing: I’m busy
...sometimes I wonder why I have problems with setting boundaries. Then relatives pull shit like this, and suddenly it all comes roaring back.
For future reference: ‘I don’t want to’ means no. ‘I don’t feel up to it’ means no. ‘I don’t feel comfortable doing whatever’ means no, regardless of who is asking.
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aka, here’s a summary of the last two hours—
me: you want me to do you this huge favor at the drop of a hat, after not having said more than five words to me in the past year and like ten in the past decade???
them: keeps insisting, knowing I have a track record for saying yes if pressured
me: no.
Parent: how about you do it as a favor to me?
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...anyway, this is all a long-winded way of me saying that I’ve spent the last two hours writing the single most passive-aggressive thing I have ever put to paper, and still trying to see how many insults and backhanded compliments I can comfortably fit because screw it, if I’m going to be forced into this might as well have some fun with it.
am I an asshole for doing this? Yes.
Do I care? No, because this shit happens every goddamn time and yet somehow I’m “indecisive”, like I wasn’t socialized to be a people-pleaser my entire life and it makes my blood boil when these people I happen to share blood with can't seem to take no for an answer
tfw you have relatives who ignore you 99% of the time, only to turn around and go "hey can you do me this huge and incredibly involved favor at the drop of a hat?" like it's nbd
Just.
Parent 1: hey I want your advice on relationships
Me: *is hella ace with a side of aro*
Me: ...are you kidding me
‘tis the season, and for all that I like the music it’s so not worth the passive-aggressive Family Bullshit
tfw you’re reminded of Seattle traffic in an area with less than a third of the population
tfw the basic premise of something is awesome but immediately fucks up in the execution. Twilight’s insistence on focusing on its two most boring characters is something the internet that has already been greatly bemoaned, but this show is...well, it really gives it a run for its money.
Like, the idea of human cloning and its role in a telenovela? Come on! We could’ve had a really messed up murder-mystery-thing going on, with actual twins and someone who shares their genetic code. Could’ve had this quickly devolve into a psychological thriller or something, with unintentional identity theft as Character A does his thing and doesn’t realize the migraine he creates as an irresponsible mogul and his artsy twin run around trying to figure out why there’s rumors of them being sighted elsewhere when they’re both going about their business.
Could’ve had an unintentional case of the Prince and the Pauper, and maybe address matters like class issues and cultural differences.
Instead, we get incredibly flagrant breaches of ethics, convoluted quasi-love triangles, and a lot of people sucking face.
Great. Exactly what I wanted to see. [if it doesn’t show, please note that’s sarcasm. Me and certain family members have very, very different tastes.]
family member: do you have a boyfriend?
me: no
family member: your mother was in high school when she first—
me, internally: how tf do I break it to them that I’m not straight when they wave off the ace thing as ‘just a late bloomer’ and semiregularly bring up other relatives’ fuckups decades later