The eve of a very rainy X'mas.

I've got this family gathering of sorts at my cousin's place later at around 6. Frankly, I'm not really all that hyped. I know this sounds a bit anti-social, selfish and rather inhuman in a corny sort of way. But really, I dislike family gatherings. Just to be fair a little, I dislike family gatherings of the paternal side a hell lot more than the maternal side.
For the paternal side, everyone looks at me, sees me, thinks of me, as though I'm humanity's last hope to getting rid of that Alien Mothership floating around Earth, charging up its particle cannon and wiping out your ass.
For the maternal side, I, for the better or worse, am treated like a normal. Another face. I mean, the people there are dead smart. I feel dumb. Or rather, I'm dumb. They look at me and give that fucked up look that reads "You better do what's good for you.". I mean, what the fucking hell?
This fucked up look is most often given by the scorny elder cousins. You know who you are you fucking chi bais.
OK.
This is bad. Very bad. I'm hitting off X'Mas in the wrong note.
I need alcohol.
Period.