This is funny. The family is now taking each step carefully when talking to me; striking a conversation with me is akin to hanging on the precarious edge of the cliff. Everyone seemed to be extra vigilant about their choice of topics to an extent that I’ve not had any discussion with a single soul since I’ve arrived home.

And if any one were to mentioned about going for bike course, I’m sure he or she is going in for a treat at my consistent whining. Yeah, speaking to me in the capacity of a family member is that difficult. I’m infamous for being over critical at home, and every topic might have a chance at turning controversial if the discourse involves me.

It’s funny, really. But at the same time very saddening. Avoiding me during adverse times will be a proclivity every member of this household will take.