And my uncle says charmingly - as always:
_‘It seems like only yesterday, mon petit chou.’_
And - for the umpteenth time - my brother-in-law shakes my hand off:
_‘Wow, congrats on the DOF position!’_
And - like clockwork - my best friend puts a pissed-happy arm around my shoulders:
_‘To be perfectly honest, y’know like, you don’t look a day over thirteen, cross my heart.’_
And I think to myself (fucked-offedly but politely, as you never know who’s telepathic around here):
_’I could sit here fixed to this very patch of fading upholstery for the next 365 days with a flute of champers in my hand and still travel as far as you all believe I have, achieve as much as you unfailingly give me credit for, and look as fresh-faced as my oldest nephew...apparently.’_
And then it occurs to me:
_’Beneath the ill-contrived compliments and the misplaced confidence; despite their infallible ability to misconstrue my every word and complete disinterest in what and why I read out aloud for a living. They turned up. As they do every year. And we annoy each other. But we wouldn’t have it any other way. Santé!’_
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 9:40 PM UTC
And my uncle says charmingly - as always:
_‘It seems like only yesterday, mon petit chou.’_
And - for the umpteenth time - my brother-in-law shakes my hand off:
_‘Wow, congrats on the DOF position!’_
And - like clockwork - my best friend puts a pissed-happy arm around my shoulders:
_‘To be perfectly honest, y’know like, you don’t look a day over thirteen, cross my heart.’_
And I think to myself (fucked-offedly but politely, as you never know who’s telepathic around here):
_’I could sit here fixed to this very patch of fading upholstery for the next 365 days with a flute of champers in my hand and still travel as far as you all believe I have, achieve as much as you unfailingly give me credit for, and look as fresh-faced as my oldest nephew...apparently.’_
And then it occurs to me:
_’Beneath the ill-contrived compliments and the misplaced confidence; despite their infallible ability to misconstrue my every word and complete disinterest in what and why I read out aloud for a living. They turned up. As they do every year. And we annoy each other. But we wouldn’t have it any other way. Santé!’_
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