WYSIWYG

Now, don't get me wrong, I like my in-laws a lot. They accepted me into their tribe a long time back, pretty seamlessly, I have to say. And for that I have a lot of respect for them. But spending 30 hours with them under the same roof and being subjected to an attritional half-jokey, half-serious digging at my not fasting, at my not going to the synagogue, at my not joining their marathon Rummikub sessions, well, a man can only take so much...

I fucking hate being digged at like this. I'm not Jewish, I probably won't ever fast on Yom Kippur and may well never play Rummikub. I'm sorry if this offends anyone, but fuck it, this is me, like it or lump it.