i already made a post about family, and i said that it confuses me to no end. And it does. It makes absolutely no sense to me. But that's just family in general.
Here's what i think about my family.
We aren't perfect, but we try. We laugh, we joke, and we are happy. But sometimes i see things in my family that i don't want to. When i was little, i saw perfection in all the adults in my family. They knew all, and they would forever be smarter than me. But as time went on, i started to see flaws. I hated that. I used to see favoritism, all the time. I didn't understand it, really. I didn't get why adults would favor certain cousins or siblings, etc. And as i got even older, i started to see that the favoritism wasn't just with the stupid little rivalries over which grandchild was the best one. No, the favoritism extended further that that. Everyone in my family is great. They are all good people, who care about each other. And i love my family, we just aren't perfect, not even close.
Then we come to the other side of my family. It is great. Oma, Aunt Margie, all of them, they are great. Completely unselfish, loving, wonderful people. But i only judge from the way they treat me. With respect, and authority, but a good mixture. And my dad, he's great. He loves me, and when it is just he and I, well, we get along great. I already completely discussed it, so, thanks, and good night!
No comments:
Post a Comment