"It burns my ears when they sing 'everything you do is wrong'"

Thinking about my grandmother's birthday party makes me feel awkward. You know like my uncles and aunts are evaluting every small behavior I and my little sister do, to assess my mother's worth. Or maybe I am picking Mom's attitude. I just know that making conversation and making damn good and sure that every manner of mine is perfect is more work than I really feel like doing. Yet, I know sometimes I interrupt, blunder and barrel through and don't like realizing it too late.

Maybe I just need to eat and sleep. And figure out what to do for social stuff.