you try to make plans with your oldest sister [who is a raging republican that shudders even at the declamation that you are ‘liberal’.. is a Miami Dade police officer, and in general scares the crap out of you] for spring break, over-analyze every word you say, and hope that you can make plans to get lunch without either offending her or embarrassing yourself.

If this is the plan-making process, I may have an anxiety attack before the actual lunch date.

Literally I am second-guessing even my punctuation in speaking with her. Jesus.

But like I know she won’t approach me first because she thinks ~young people are too busy to be bothered with their loving and wise elders~, which I understand so I wanna do my part. Good Lord it is so terrifying though. Like what if she figures out I’m queer because I spell out “Oh my god” instead of abbreviating it, you know? Sigh.

And how many times is TOO MANY to tell her that her upcoming trip to Ireland sounds fun and exciting?! I really don’t want to venture too far from incredibly basic levels of conversation.