blissfully unaware

Last night I attended my cousins 23rd birthday party. If I had to describe her in a sentence what I would probably say is: she is a 23 year old with the lifestyle and intelligence of a 15 year old. I know this does sound harsh and the I am judging her hcore, but having known her my whole life, I would say this is an accurate assessment of her and one that many people have come up with themselves.

I am not very close with my cousin, but she is close with me. We have absolutely nothing in common other than maybe the few physical features that we share. Despite this, I am obligated to hang out with her because she is my cousin and we have a very small family. My sisters and here were always at each others necks, which left only me to befriend her and my mother at my neck to continue this lasting friendship.

So, despite the many reasons why I should not have attended this party I had to because of a number of uncontrollable factors. This birthday was particularly interesting because it was a pool party...yay!! Silly me I guess I haven't been to one of those since I was 8 so I was a tad thrown off. And pardon me, but I also thought birthday parties at that age didn't really happen anymore unless it was a milestone like 30 or 40 or 50. Irregardless, this party happened. I was planning on getting a ride there so I could drink because that's really the only way I can tolerate her friends, but at the last minute I had to drive myself (so I prepared myself for a sober sally encounter).

Now for me this birthday was extra special because I had the pleasure and enjoyment of meeting my cousin's boyfriend, John aka juju aka johnny juwelzz, aka supa gangstaaa. You get the gist. I know this is going to sound terrible but my first though when I met him was: holy moly what an ugly guy! I had seen pictures of him before, however I simply assumed that he was an unphotogenic folk like myself. He turned out to be a blithering idiot incapable of intelligent conversation. Personally I find this sad that there are people that don't want to and enjoy questioning things and thinking about why and how things are the way they are, or for that matter want to even have a conversation of substance. Last night I sat through 2 hours of conversation about celebrity couples, the latest and greatest in popular music (I also learned who Niki Manaj-- is that how you spell it? is), and the death of amy winehouse. By the end of this my brain had sufficiently turned to mush and I had to extract myself from the terrifying situation that I was witnessing before I ran out of the brain power to even drive myself home.

Now that I look back upon what I have written I feel like I'm being snobby and elitist. But I don't know if I agree that to want to think and talk about intelligent subject matter that you are snobby and elitist. My cousin and I both come from the same socioeconomic upbringing and have had access to very similar opportunities when it comes to education, moral 'raising' and so forth. So how is it that she is so content living blissfully unaware?