For a number of reasons:
First, we don’t get to choose our family so the chances of us ending up with people we won’t get along with are high.
Second, we can meet literally hundreds and thousands of people throughout our life but it will never change the fact that we will never meet anyone more different from us than family members, whether it be a crazy uncle, a weird cousin or an annoying sibling.
Third, no matter how many reunions we skip, we can never truly escape from said crazy uncle, weird cousin and annoying sibling.
Fourth, we know blood is thicker than water but no one ever tells us what the guidelines are when it’s blood against blood.
Fifth, we love them while we hate them, and we don’t know which one to base our actions on first.
Sixth, no matter how much we hate them, at the end of the day we love them so much that we don’t want them to hate us, so we end up doing something we hate to keep them happy.
Basically, what I’m trying to say is this supposedly wonderful and exciting vacation of mine is turning out to be extremely complicated. And I just want to rent a car, drive to the Grand Canyon, take a breath and scream out all the frustrations I have with this family I love so damn much.