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Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Thursday, March 18, 2010 || 9:59 PM
Family is a strange concept. You come into the world and you're given a bunch of people to live your life with. They're always around, even when they're not and it's like you're obligated to love these people. You don't have to like them but no matter what you do to them or what they do to you, you still have to love each other. It's like this unwritten rule. Some families are stranger than others. Some people will go years without talking to one another. Every chance they get (whether behind their backs or to their faces) they bad mouth each other. But the minute something happens to that person, everyone comes running, all quarrels forgotten. And just forget about living your life the way you want. If you do something they don't approve of, they'll be on your ass like white on rice, telling you what was appropriate "back in my day". They never understand that sometimes they're a bit overbearing and need to back off. In fact, I'm sure most of them have never even heard the word "overbearing" and have no idea what it means. And why should they? They're only trying to help, after all. They're saving you from yourself and you will be on your knees, thanking them later. But what about what I want? If you're asking yourself this, clearly you have much to learn. It doesn't matter what you want and nobody cares because damn it, it's your life and whether you like it or not, they're gonna tell you what to do with it. They didn't spend all those years raising you, feeding you and clothing you just to end up with no power to control your life in the end. Oh no they did not. You're going to wear what they say you're going to wear, you're going to the school they choose for you, you'll study what they want you to study and you'll like it! Fighting back is useless as they'll just remind you of everything they've selflessly sacrificed for you and hold it over your head until the day you move out of their house. And even then, they'll hunt you down and talk about how being an artist is no way to live and how they had such high hopes for you and you had so much potential, if you had only become a doctor like they told you to, you'd be so much better off. They'll subsequently remind you of this conversation when you fail to marry the opposite gender version of who they wanted you to be, thus sealing your fate as an "average Joe", someone they can never brag to their friends about. "My daughter is an ARTIST!" I think not. You've disappointed them forever. Oh well. Most people would say it takes years of therapy to cure the damage your family does to you but being of west Indian descent, we don't really believe in paying someone to listen to us talk. That's what family is for. So we suck it up, curse 'em out, wait a few days (that's all the time you get to be angry), hug and make up. Because at the end of the day, it all goes back to that obligation, forced on you by DNA. You love each other. Even when you hate each other, you still love each other. And that, my friends, is what family is all about. Labels: babble and rant, friends and fam |