I know that some people just do not get on with their family members.
And more often than not it’s a generation thing that just can’t be overcome.
But it pains me when friends hate on their parents.
They don’t do it maliciously. They’re not determined to hate their parents because they’re horrible people who don’t deserve life, or anything.
They just don’t understand their parents, and their parents in turn don’t understand them.
And that creates a rift between parent and child, which can be painful and scarring and hard to get over.
Though, often, as people grow up and move away from their family members, they are able to appreciate them more. Friendships bloom from a lack of interaction, and people bond with thousands of miles betwixt them.
But it’s kind of sad that their relationship came to that. That they couldn’t be friends without the extra milage between them.
None of my friends, my non-related friends, have become my friend by me staying away from them. More often than not I’ve annoyed them to the point of inurement and they just put up with me. Which, in time, turns into an appreciate of sort for my quirks and never-ending presence, but still. We don’t become friends by sitting at opposite ends of the room never talking to each other.
For some people the distance does help the relationship, and they’re better off for it. I know three thousand miles between us has made me appreciate my sister as one of the best people I know. And now we can stand each other and have fun and hang out. Of course, we get annoyed (as siblings do), but we’re not just sisters anymore, we’re friends too.
Sometimes I wish people had the relationship with their parents that I have with mine. It’s hard for me to not, since they’re two of my best friends and we manage to act more democratic and communal than family-like. Which isn’t saying that we don’t have our family problems - everybody does. But we’re able to talk about things and work things out and not get hung up on the mother-daughter father-daughter sister-sister relationships. We manage to treat each other (most of the time) with the respect you’d save for someone you don’t know.
Which is another thing that bothers me - why are we so mean to our family? I’m definitely included in this - I’ve managed to treat my parents and sister more shittily than I treat my friends. But what makes it okay for us to treat them way worse than we treat our friends?
Is it their sense of permanency? As if nothing we do will ever be bad enough to make them not love us or not talk to us or just stop being related to us - as that isn’t something you can actually change. But their status of ‘not going anywhere’ has managed to work it’s way into our subconscious as justification for the crappy way we treat our family.
You’re stuck with them from birth - it just seems wasteful to not try and see and appreciate the real them.
Granted you probably see more of them than most, and very likely their unattractive sides.
But someone likes them. Someone sees something worth liking. Which means you probably can too.
Why not take the opportunity to practice being a friend to someone and be ahead of the game when it comes to meeting unrelated people?
You’re granted automatic friends and acquaintances for life at birth - why not make them your best friends and be luckier than most from the start?
Though, often, as people grow up and move away from their family members, they are able to appreciate them more. Friendships bloom from a lack of interaction, and people bond with thousands of miles betwixt them.
But it’s kind of sad that their relationship came to that. That they couldn’t be friends without the extra milage between them.
None of my friends, my non-related friends, have become my friend by me staying away from them. More often than not I’ve annoyed them to the point of inurement and they just put up with me. Which, in time, turns into an appreciate of sort for my quirks and never-ending presence, but still. We don’t become friends by sitting at opposite ends of the room never talking to each other.
For some people the distance does help the relationship, and they’re better off for it. I know three thousand miles between us has made me appreciate my sister as one of the best people I know. And now we can stand each other and have fun and hang out. Of course, we get annoyed (as siblings do), but we’re not just sisters anymore, we’re friends too.
Sometimes I wish people had the relationship with their parents that I have with mine. It’s hard for me to not, since they’re two of my best friends and we manage to act more democratic and communal than family-like. Which isn’t saying that we don’t have our family problems - everybody does. But we’re able to talk about things and work things out and not get hung up on the mother-daughter father-daughter sister-sister relationships. We manage to treat each other (most of the time) with the respect you’d save for someone you don’t know.
Which is another thing that bothers me - why are we so mean to our family? I’m definitely included in this - I’ve managed to treat my parents and sister more shittily than I treat my friends. But what makes it okay for us to treat them way worse than we treat our friends?
Is it their sense of permanency? As if nothing we do will ever be bad enough to make them not love us or not talk to us or just stop being related to us - as that isn’t something you can actually change. But their status of ‘not going anywhere’ has managed to work it’s way into our subconscious as justification for the crappy way we treat our family.
You’re stuck with them from birth - it just seems wasteful to not try and see and appreciate the real them.
Granted you probably see more of them than most, and very likely their unattractive sides.
But someone likes them. Someone sees something worth liking. Which means you probably can too.
Why not take the opportunity to practice being a friend to someone and be ahead of the game when it comes to meeting unrelated people?
You’re granted automatic friends and acquaintances for life at birth - why not make them your best friends and be luckier than most from the start?
Life giving
hand holding
worry listening
rarely scolding
problem fixing
bacon bringing
praise giving
always singing
understanding
not reprimanding
thought sharing
never demanding
kind and loving
real seeing
forever parenting
the best at being
good people
best friends
love your family,
I recommend.
hand holding
worry listening
rarely scolding
problem fixing
bacon bringing
praise giving
always singing
understanding
not reprimanding
thought sharing
never demanding
kind and loving
real seeing
forever parenting
the best at being
good people
best friends
love your family,
I recommend.
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