This whole business started in grammar school when the first order of business was to write an essay on "what I did on my summer vacation". It didn't really bother me then.
By the time I got to college, it was starting to get overwhelming though. "What did you do over break". Perhaps it was because my response of "Ugh, worked to make money for this year's tuition" was not as sexy as my classmates who "jetted off to Pamplona for a month and a half, discovered hash and became a fan of the local bullfight circuit" or "worked to build infrastructure and plumbing to a small village in war-torn Bosnia". Perhaps it was just because we'd moved from just the teacher asking to upwards of 80 people in the first week back to school.
And now, it's the worst. The same thing gets repeated EVERY SINGLE FRIDAY and MONDAY. In the case of the former, "got any big plans this weekend" and the latter, "do anything exciting this weekend". In general the answers are "no" and "no".
But, this weekend, I finally got them all. Finally applied myself and found something that will make people turn, gasp and stare in bewilderment. But I'll keep it to myself.
Ever shave your wife's head because chemotherapy is ripping it out in handfuls?
I hate fucking cancer, and I'll hate masking my hatred of it when I reply "nothing much" to the dozen inquires of "what'd you do this weekend".
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