Fallible Family

And now, for a warm and loving edition of…

SHUT THE HELL UP!!!

These people who insist and insist that “friends come and go, but your family will always be there!” That might be true for some people. Not everybody.

My mom told me this stupid shit when I was younger. I always came back with “nuh-uh, whole family could die, then they wouldn’t always be there!” And all she could ever find to say to that was “oh, that’s horrible!”

I think on some level this idea comes from parents who don’t like their kids’ friends or don’t think the kids give them enough attention. Families want to believe they are alone and together facing the outside world, and those unrelated friends who are spoken ill of so much are part of that untrusting outside world.

But what the hell makes the family so special? What, because you’re related or you knew them throughout your childhood somehow means there can never be any betrayal of trust or selfishness or other bad stuff? Or that your friends were not known your whole life (though some are) nor are blood related, so that means there can’t possibly be any kind of real love and caring and trust there? Bitch please!

Being Christmas time, this is especially a time when the concept of the traditional family gets worshipped more than even the non-traditional Jewish family a couple thousand years ago who wandered on a donkey for a while and finally stopped in a manger. Have to get all the blood relatives together and sit by a fireplace and eat pumpkin pie or something. I don’t know. Either way, the idea is that if you’re not with your family at Christmas time, you’re a loser and can’t possibly be happy.

Screw that. I realized this in the past few Christmases since I’ve been with NYRA, that on Christmas Day, I looked more forward to getting on the forums and spending online time with my NYRA friends than with my family downstairs in person. Hell, and that’s even with the fact that many of the NYRA members don’t like Christmas! Well, not to say I don’t still enjoy Christmas with my family, even if I don’t like them much of the time, but it’s just not the only part of it.

But, either way, people who seem to think real family is always more important than friends are ridiculous. It’s one thing if this has been true in their own lives, if all their friends have been dicks and their family has been cool, but another when they act like this is a universal thing. Ah, no. What’s true for you is not necessarily true for everybody. Fail.

The point is, being blood related means absolutely nothing. Only time it’s relevant is sex, because you shouldn’t have sex with blood relatives unless you want a deformed mutant incest baby with three heads and a lizard tail. LOL

Seriously, though, don’t let stupid shit like whether or not you’re related determine who you should or shouldn’t care about. Love doesn’t give a crap about that. Neither should you.

Now go spend time with those you love. Be happy.