Dear Thanksgiving,

The day of giving isn't too far away. In two weeks, we will begin to accept our own faults for impersonating the Native Americans and acting oblivious to us being serial killers at our very own Thanksgiving dinner table. I'm not ready for those discussions at the dinner table.

Thank you, Thanksgiving.

I feel grateful that you provide us with fillings of delicious turkey, stuffing, gravy, and those annoying conversations that make us question why we even celebrate your holiday. I know you encourage families to get together, but sometimes discussions can become heated at the dinner table, leading to a pretty hostile environment.

The importance of Thanksgiving:

My aunt is discussing the importance of Thanksgiving. Given just the background information, I find it hard to accept this tradition. Thanksgiving, you know that plenty of Natives were murdered just to celebrate your tradition, right?

You let the first settlers achieve what they want, but forgot to respect the real Natives. I mean, I can't begin to tell you how difficult it is for me to bear with this discussion. You call me in for a discussion, which is a lie to even begin with in the first place. My aunt is brainwashed, thanks to you. Great job, Thanksgiving.

My relatives are asking about my plans after graduation:

Oh dear, I am not ready for this. Thanksgiving, you seem to destroy my happiness, especially at the dinner table. I'm not happy to hear my relatives eating at the dinner table under your name and asking me about my life after graduation.

For someone who's not prepared, I'm not ready to take this call. I mean, finals week is coming up and I haven't even started preparing for that. For my own sake, I can't even join an internship without my parent's consent. Do you actually think I will be able to tell my relatives all about my life after graduation? Heck no.

Life updates:

Everyone is so happy to reunite with their loved ones. Funny thing here is that I'm not even a part of this reunion. I cringe—at the elders. I mean, don't I have friends who I can reunite with either or other family members? Of course I do. However, at this point of time, I'm stuck with my " lovey-dovey" family who just can't get over this moment they have been waiting for since last year.

Thanksgiving goals:

Hey, I heard those cliché goals for a while now. Thanksgiving, it's easy to say we are grateful for things we already have, but harder to make sure we mean it. At this point in time, I'm trapped at the dinner table thanks to you.

For no reason, I'm agreeing to my parents about things that evidently happen to be a "positive advantage" handed down to me by others. I mean, it's becoming boring, reciting all the things I'm thankful for: my parents being there for me, my degree from Stony Brook University, and the perks of living in a lavish house as told by the Kardashians (or in this case the Khan Clan.)

But do you think I actually care about the "givens" in my daily life? The answer is a big fat NO.

For all I know, I might take these givens for granted. It's not like I'm at stake here. For instance, if anyone else was in my position listening to the same things they are grateful for at each Thanksgiving conversation at the dinner table, they might find it easier to forget all the hardships associated with achieving these successful ventures.

Please don't keep on reminding me of simple things I already have. Instead, help me bring a conversation into the conversation table that requires some plan of action to put things into effect.

Am I married yet?

Thanksgiving, you make my conversations very interesting. Hint: please note the sarcasm here.

Now to rant about my dear Aunty: You always question me about my soon-to-be future relationship status. Please, stop stalking me. I'm not the girl to get married anytime soon.

Thanksgiving, thanks for making my discussion at the dinner table ever so unbearable

With lots of love and a bundle of frustration,

Erem