I might as well open up here in this thread.

So, today is Midsummer (Midsummer - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia) and we're going to get together with some of my relatives later this evening. The problem is, that since I give a crap about snakes, a lot of people will be bragging to me about how many snakes they've killed recently. Of all my relatives, I think only one other person doesn't hate snakes and that's my 5-year old niece. So this entire evening is going to be a gigantic pain in the arse, but apparently my presence is appreciated by my grandfather (also snake hater) and I don't feel like disappointing him. So snakes have made my relationship to my relatives a bit more complicated.