ughh tell me about it. i still get into dark moods when i think about how, a few years ago, my estranged uncle whom i'd never met, wanted to come meet me under the guise of reuniting with his niece and maybe give some advice to help her out a bit.
what then began was a summer and a semester of email harassments entitled with such delightful phrases as "my advice to you." phone harassments that go as "i'm the one with the ph.d. so you should listen to me" and so forth. what the entire shananigan was really about, i finally discovered over the course of the year, was because he took it upon himself to shove it in my face that his thirty year old son went to harvard and is a doctor. what he didn't tell me, is that my cousin whom i had never met, went there for residency (yeah impressive but still this detail matters). and he's effin thirty! meaning he's a lot older than me and went through the whole process over a decade ago! how the HELL do you go about comparing your son whom you claim to have gotten into med school, to an already insecure premed still figuring her way around college? w.t.f.
worse, the mofo drags my mother, with premed/med issues unbeknownst to her, into this whole family mess.
oh, but i'm persistent because i'm a good little girl, so i decide to give my uncle a call on christmas eve 2004 and the call went something like this...
me: hello! merry christmas!
uncle: what's your gpa?
me: huh? uh... i haven't gotten it yet. it usually comes after christmas
uncle: you're never going to medical school you know
me: ?
uncle: you should become a dentist. it's easier. and you're never going to break 30 on the mcat and with your scores even if you did make a 30 on the mcat you won't get in. but you're not going to make a 30. my son your cousin got a 40 you know and he just graduated from harvard. (more of the same **** he'd been giving me for 9 months)
me: but... i didn't even take the mcat yet
uncle: your friends are losers! that's your problem
me: what?
uncle: your friends are losers! this is why your grades are bad!
and then from here on it started to get really nasty and eventually i ended giving him a lot of lip, hopefully a mild heart attack, and then i hung up on him while he was in the middle of some indignant and flabbergasted retort. sometimes i wonder how i managed to verbally maul a male elder in the family, but i draw the line somewhere...