So I'm recording this from the bathroom after realizing what just happened. I'm home for the holidays. My family has an Amazon Alexa. They've had it for a couple of years and my parents have never quite figured out how to actually make it work. It used to be set up under my camp when I moved out last year. I transferred everything to my mom. It's in the kitchen and she mostly uses it for timers while cooking. Our family likes offbeat Christmas music and I spent a while some time back curating a bunch of playlists that they love. Here's where the f**ked up starts. Yesterday I wanted to play a new song for my mom. I couldn't get the Echo to find it so I connected it via my Bluetooth. The family all got new phones a month ago so there were no devices automatically connected. I was the only phone paired. Played her the song. Day goes by. This morning, before a long day of family, small talk and presents and all the what not, I was mentally preparing myself for the day in my childhood bed. You know what happens in the childhood bed. We relieve some stress. We go back to the glory days. You know and I might have had some videos on. All day and all, none of my videos were coming out with sound. I wrote it off. Thought it was just shoddy sources. Bad sight. I don't know. Porn help wasn't working proper. Anyways, I come downstairs and my sister greets me and says, good morning. You need to play the playlist from your phone. I can't get the Echo to connect to my phone. I said, okay, no problem. I'll connect my phone. I was trying to connect mine and I think yours is already connected. I told her what's that? She said I tried to connect my phone but there was already something playing. It was already connected. So pretty sure all morning my parents were listening to what I was seeing. And I have to go back out there. I hate my life. Why did I come home?