Golfing...

I'm not a country club person to begin with. My family and my grandparents are. They love to live lavishly and play golf on expensive golf courses with their snooty buddies. I hate it. No one understands me. They want me to be a part of the family by golfing and besides the fact that I am not the best golfer even after many lessons, I am constantly in the shadow of my younger sister, who is 13 years old. Yes, my younger sister. My parents are totally fine with me being a "hippie," which is what they call me. My sister is the quintessence of a preppy cheerleader. She is blond, skinny, loves designer bags, Hollister, talking on the phone, and facebook. All of the things that I personally abhor. Living with her gets really painstaking. 

I am currently visiting my grandparents, who love to golf, so my parents, grandma, my two sisters, and I went golfing today. In the last couple of days my sisters, my mom, and I have been getting lessons and today we tried them out. We only played 5 holes, but for me it was a disaster.

Hole 1: Everyone did well. I cannot hit off the tee box for my life. My ball always curves to the right, which translates as the woods. So i has to drop a ball in the fairway. Even my 9 year old sister did somewhat better than me. I used my seven iron and had an amazing hit close to the green. But then I can't putt for my life.

Hole 2: Everyone did well. I sucked. I think I hit it about 20 ft from the tee. My dad yelled at me to go "hurry up and get it! Run!" I was pissed because i was always the last one to hit and always had to "hurry up." My dad is just a stressed person and does not feel my vibe as a relaxed, laid back person and he was conscious of other people catching up behind us so we had top hurry yet again. Ugh, I was having an awful time after that. So, anyways, I decided to walk to get my ball which really pissed off my dad. He yelled. I cried. 

Hole 3: I always cry at the wrong times and once I get going I can't stop. I just wallow in self pity even when I try to stop myself. Then everyone doesn't look at me cause I'm crying. My preppy sister is having the best golf game of her life and wants to know "what's wrong?"! I don't want to play anymore because I'm blinded by tears. i just drive the cart (the best part of golf by the way). 

Hole 1: (we drove back to the start again) Everyone does good. I'm still sulking. My mom tries to encourage me by saying that i should just perservere through my anger with my father because he was never angry at me. It's my fault again to ruin another family outing.

Hole 2: I still have tears in my eyes and I tell my father that I'm not having fun. He just tries to ignore me and says "great job!" to my sisters. I mumble "great job gwen" to myself an he hears me so he says "great job" to me, too. Even though I did practically nothing. I could be good at golf but there is not enough time to practice. I will try it again but not when my controlling father is around. UGH.