Over the holiday break when keeping my conflict journal I was disappointed with the relatively limited material I got to work with. Generally speaking anytime that my family gets together to do anything there is some sort of conflict. In fact, I would say that every time my family gets together there is conflict. Perhaps not major, in fact, it rarely is major, but of course, it usually is the minor details that stirs up a big fight I've observed. That is not to say that major things have not stirred up controversy, it just comes up less often.
Thursday, the day of Thanksgiving, would be the day that my family went to my Aunt's house to enjoy the lovely Turkey Day.
The Gift Exchange
Every year, the adults in my family have a gift exchange so they don't have to buy gifts for every individual member of the family. We used to have a gift exchange among the children in our family as well, but it ended up just being the parents buying the gifts, so we disbanded that practice. Anyway, my mother's cousin is the one that leads up this exchange and forces it upon everywhere every year.
Well, some adults in my family don't particulary care for the gift exchange. One individual who would particurly adament against this forced insitution would be my father. It doesn't really actually matter if my dad "participates" or not, because in the end, my mother is the one that buys all of the presents, which is pretty safe to assume is the case for every woman in my family. Sometimes I think holidays would be a lot more enjoyable if there were no men. This year before going over to my aunt's, my dad specifically told my mother that he did not want to be a part of the gift exchange. There are several reasons for my father disliking the gift exchange. The first would be the crappy gifts that he's received in the past. One year my uncle bought my father a chia pet, which my father didn't like. Additionally one year he received a walkman, which he did not particularly care for considering walkmans are no longer in style. My mother has also received her fair share of bad gifts via the gift exchange. One year her brother purchased a particularly hideous brown vase for her enjoyment.
Anyway, the message apparently did not get across to the gift exchange planning commitee, so when it came to drawing names for the gift exchange, my father's name was still in the basket. The main reason would be the fact that my mother "forgot" to tell them to take his name out. So, when the basket came around to my father, he refused to draw a name. This created a rather awkward situation, although not as awkward considering my father is generally a very stubborn, somewhat anti-social person. The resolution was that my cousin, Samira, had to instead draw for him and gave the name to my mom so that she could buy the present for him that she was going to have to buy anyway. Then my father decided to leave and sit in the other room to pout for a while because he was mad at my mom.
Conclusion: Not so great.
The Dirty Politics
My family is fairly divided when it comes to politics;
