Apparently, I don't matter.
I have a fairly large extended family, 30 or so people I see very often.

My assorted Aunts think the best way to make even the smallest get together memorable is by taking as many photos as they can, thus ruining any chances of chatting, as your stopped every few seconds to pose with an uncle, or stand with a sibling for a photo.

I never saw the point in this, but finaly one came! At my Gran's 80th party 2 years ago, the whole family were dragged into the living room to watch a DVD, made by the most camera happy of the aunt's first born cunt spawn. It truly was a great DVD, chronicaling all the important times and people in my grans life. Except for me. Imagine the slow realisation that not one, of litteraly hundreds of photos of you has made it onto a DVD, when every outher family member appeared around 5-10 times. Imagine the frustration of having 21 years of your life not getting a foot note, yet an 8 month old baby getting a whole section to himself.

As the film ended and I sat feeling pretty gutted, my father's voice breaks across the silence. "Were there any pictures of you there Chris? I didn't see one!" Gotta love him some times.

A few days later was a family wedding. I was sat away from my cousins that I get on with and was sat bang in the middle of the young couples with kids and houses, who all chatted about being a parent with I quietly contemplated what it was I had done to become an outcast.
(Mong goose, Fri 13 Nov 2009, 1:24, Reply)