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TLDR: Basically, we just need some sort of magical artifact or futuristic McGuffin.
This is actually not a great time to answer that, as I am dealing with familial flatulence that I wish to solve by unkind, brutally honest words and giant inflatable baseball bat bludgeoning. :3 Let's start this Christmas off right; beat the imaginary living snot out of a few people with giant, can't-really-injure-anyone, toy weaponry until they quit being...difficult. Difficult. That's a nice word for it.
*slumps over desk*
I'ma spin this around in a way that may or may not relate to you, but I'll get there eventually.
Essentially, I have a liberally minded sister who basically walks into the room, gives everything a judgmental stink eye, and then proclaims everyone and everything in occupancy that isn't her, her boyfriend (who is black), a few cousins and the TV, a hardcore dirty racist. I love her, but...wow. Just wow.
I once offered the duo something to drink, with the caveat that all we had was RC cola (because it is, in all honesty, my favorite soda and all I had on hand at that time) and she looked at me like I had slapped her. I'll explain that if you need me to, because it may just be a regional thing. She also thinks Oriental ramen noodles are racist, and has snapped at us over it. There's also some stuff that I cannot explain. But...it's all roots from the same tree.
If you haven't read my Easter rant, this is the same sister. It's well written and witty, so go give it a read when you have half an hour. >_>
Most recently, she came to my Grandfather's 90th birthday party and cloistered herself at the 'cool table' with the only people in our family worth redemption, apparently. She didn't even bother to sit at the table with my grandfather, which yes, hurt.
But here's the thing...much as I have a problem with her and her beliefs, I would no sooner beat her over the head about it than slather my face with petroleum jelly and dip it in fire ants. That would be--both of those things--plain wrong and frankly idiotic. That's not love, nor is that helpful. If I have a problem with somebody and choose to deal with it by needling them constantly whenever I see them, then that is a problem with MY attitude, and I just need to get the poops over myself.
It's not your fault at that point. If you are doing your best to be polite and not controversial, then you're innocent. But even if you're being a dork about your beliefs, it's still not OK bully you over them at family gatherings. You could be wearing a 'Hillary 4 Ever' shirt to a Conservative conference, and it still wouldn't be acceptable to snipe at you all day. That's just not an acceptable way to treat people, let alone family.
I don't recommend that shirt thing, though.
So how to deal with it? Well, there's the sticky point. I don't know. I wish I did. I'm ridiculously tired of all the shenanigans at this point, because I'm an adult and I'm tired of people who are supposed to be more adult than me acting like angry toddlers. Heretofore, I've dealt with it how I deal with all bullying (and yeah, it's bullying. Only word for it): I ignore it, belittle it, don't let it bother me. It only works when you let them get under your skin. Which is true. When certain people came into our home for a Christmas party and spent the entire time making snide comments about our dedication to cleaning the house, and suggesting certain techniques for removing ladybugs (yes...this actually happened) that they literally googled right in front of me, I laughed it off. Ignored it. Said that they were likened to an Egyptian plague, so we treated them as family.
This strategy...is not effective. It's just not an efficient use of energy.
Maybe I should have stood up and loudly said: "Thanks cousin OCD. Feel free to look under the couch and give us some tips there too. I'll try the Ladybug thing, because up until this point I've been pretending they don't exist and totally not trying to get rid of them. I mean, it's not like we've had an incredibly hard year and invited you here for free food and friendship anyway. I can refund your ticket before you leave."
Maybe I should have stood up and said loudly: "Hey sis, I know you COMPLETELY missed the fact that we counted out enough chairs for you and your BF at the table with the rest of us. With your grandfather. And the rest of your family. But that's cool, I know you don't want our backwoods racism stink taking the edge off your glowing superiority. If you could maybe put a chair on top of your table, we could build an altar out of food for you, and you could teach us the ways of wisdom?"
Maybe you should stand up and announce loudly, "Hey family. Great uncle pawdabber has decided it is his moral duty to snipe at me all through dinner instead of just being polite and eating food. Could someone maybe trade seats with me so I can *not* have him whispering bad humor at my expense and logically fallible arguments into my ear the whole time? K thx. No, not you cousin Jimmy. You're just as bad and smell like cabbage."
The problem with these responses--despite the fact that they are patently funny--is that they will hurt someones feelings. I realize this, and realize further that it comes from my own hurt and the resulting anger.
But I'm at the point where I wonder...would it be wrong to parry and riposte the blades aimed at us instead of just taking it? The ladybug thing actually happened, and while I don't give figs, it humiliated my mom at the time. My aunt was deeply hurt by my sister treating my grandfather like that. I could have stemmed both of those by launching my own verbal attack, but held back in the name of kindness and politeness, and fear of creating a familial schism. In short, I put the offender's feelings above the offendee's feelings. I let love for the person swinging the sword come before the person getting hit by it.
And that doesn't feel right.
So again I say: I don't know. I truly don't. The inflatable baseball thing is a complete joke, of course. But I honestly wonder why--even just as family, and not just regular people--we can't sit down and talk to each other. "Hey, I have a problem with the way you're treating me." "Hey cuz, you're hurting my feelings there. I've done my best not to bring up my politics, so would it be too much for you to do the same?"
I could have fearlessly slid alongside the cool table and gently whispered, "Hey sis. Great to see you! Listen, Granddad would like for everyone to pray together, and we kind of set the tables up with that in mind. Since it's his birthday, would you mind moving over there with us? We've got room for you to sit with your BF up at our end of the table."
But I didn't. Didn't think of it nor have the gumption at the time, so all that is left is bitter regret and aggravation.
I think, actually...I'm at the point where I am going to have to figure out a new strategy. Gentility and respect is not working as well as I would prefer, so perhaps a stronger form of stringent--yet no less polite and loving--truth is required. I don't know.
The best solution is, I am absolutely certain of this, to ask God to provide a solution. And I only just realized this after writing this rant, so there's that.
But at the same time, it would be much more satisfying to call up my family and say, "GO SOAK YOUR HEAD YOU SONS OF A MOTHERLESS GOAT."
