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This is the Conversation Forum for How to Survive Family Parties << How to survive - suggestions The worst situation of all >> Subject: Treat it like a party you want to go to Posted Jul 9, 2003 by HarpoNotMarx (((2*1)^6)-6-(2*8)=42   Posting 1 On the premise that you only get out of a social situation what you're prepared to put in, treat your family like human beings, respect their strange little habits but rise above all the embarrassing questions [Just posted cynical view on parallel thread] by showing interest in them. They really want to talk about themselves and you might find out some juicy goss about your Auntie Aggie. Don't spread it though! Read the First Reply to this Posting Subject: Treat it like a party you want to go to Posted Jul 10, 2003 by Siletta Weaver, Keeper of exsessively long titles, Eclectic Mystic, Cynic, etc.. This is a reply to this Posting   Posting 2 That's what I do, but I get along with my family. Read the First Reply to this Posting Subject: Treat it like a party you want to go to Posted Jul 16, 2003 by Barney's Bucksaws This is a reply to this Posting   Posting 3 I think throughout the years I've pulled every possibe stunt to be as disinterested, and obnoxious, as possible at family parties. While I was growing up, the gatherings were always at our house - we had the most room. At 3, aparently, I refused to allow a cousin to play with my new Teddy bear from England, and threw a right fit when he tried. A toy-throwing match with one of my much-hated girl cousins was normal. And when I was about 10 I discovered her nick-name in the village where she lived, and called her Frog-Eyes every chance I got, right up till we were teenagers. I either insisted on my very best party dress, or refused to wear anything but jeans and an old shirt of Dad's, depending on what would get the most adverse reaction. I ignored the rest and spent time with Grandma. I read a book, and wouldn't get drawn into any conversations. I discovered my older cousins outside drinking at the cars, and joined them - they were having more fun! The rest of them, except my Dad and Mom (black sheep) were tea-total. At my wedding reception one of the cousins was feeding the old aunties punch - liberally spiked. I figured a family rift was coming for sure! It blew over. Now my brother and I are officially the older generation. We lost the last of them this Spring. All that are left are a lively bunch, and we're free now to enjoy ourselves, and each other, and relax. Conversation list Most of the content on h2g2 is created by h2g2's Researchers, who are members of the public. The views expressed are theirs and unless specifically stated are not those of the BBC. The BBC is not responsible for the content of any external sites referenced. In the event that you consider anything on this page to be in breach of the site's House Rules, please click on the relevant button to alert our Moderation Team. Conversation list

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