Originally Posted by meerkat
(Post 530660)
Dear Grandmother,
Seriously. I'm sick of this. For the millionth time, don't force feed me just because there's leftover food and my darling angel of a sissypoop won't eat it because she's too high and holy. I'm not cattle for you to fatten up and then dissect later or something like that. I'm a person (GASP), and I know when I'm hungry and when I'm not. You claim to know my body better than I do, and you've even said so yourself. But you've never seen through my eyes and listened through my almost-deaf ears, have you? If you did, you'd be appalled at what I have to go through because of you. And is that mushy conglomerate of vegetables, which I call "pig slop" for the stink, your sorry excuse for food? No wonder I hate eating so much, if that's what I've been reared on for fourteen torturous years. Maybe if you fed me something else, and not just as "leftovers," I might enjoy that awful act I call "eating". Also, stop controlling my religion and making me pray each morning. You're denying me one of my most basic freedoms. You may hate it that American schools are teaching us this "nonsense," but I'm entitled to my own life, separate from yours. I hate eating. I hate your food. I hate religion. I hate not being entitled to my rights as an American citizen, no matter how small the infractions. And I know I'm supposed to respect my elders, but I sometimes can't stand you either. No, make that all the time. After a conversation with you, I go from loving the world to hating everything, including myself. And especially you. Basically we can never get along, so just leave me alone and let me enjoy my basic freedoms.
Yours truly,
the most disrespectful, annoying, and contemptuous granddaughter in the world.
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