I was talking to my mum a couple of days ago and we were just talking about how which people know us really well and how much do people ‘think’ they know us. It started me thinking. I’m always pleasant to people, people always comment on how kind I am and how patient I always seem to be. I know I have a guard though and I know that I have a real hard time telling people…well…a lot really.
It’s not as though I wouldn’t open up, if someone actually ask me. If someone asked me a question about myself, I would tell them, but I just can’t willingly tell you about me.
It made me think about who are we really honesty with, who truly knows us…All of us. If I was to die tonight, who would be shocked to discover things about me, have I said all that I wanted to say?
What about yourselves? Do you think people know everything there is too know about you?
I really do appreciate both sides of my family but for two very different reasons. My mums side are incredibly close, sometimes I actually would prefer to hang out with them then some of my “friends”. As I’ve gotten older, I will chose to hang out with my family over friends. We are all so different as well and yet, we just gel. We have in our little mix, gay, really religious,sporty, geeky, new age, all science. Yet, we don’t fight, we accept each other differences and I guess that’s whats makes it so easy to be around them.
On my Dad’s side they barley all speak to one another and it is just incredibly sad. It also constantly reminds me that time is precious and you shouldn’t take those you are close too for granted. They’ve also taught me that sometimes it’s not always your blood family that makes a family. It’s kind of a weird way to be grateful for a bunch of your family that don’t speak to each other, but I am. I am very grateful that I have two families that are totally different in their approaches to life.
One side of my family are really active and just want to do a lot. There the type that can’t just relax on a holiday, they have to get up at 5am and have to do things. Whereas the other side have no problem sleeping in, just lying around a pool, and there isn’t anything wrong with that either. One side of my family are incredibly active and live life to the fullest, doing everything, whereas the other side has huge problems with addiction. I know it probably sounds weird, but I am grateful for being able to see all sorts of life. It’s been able to give me the ability to understand that EVERYONE on this planet has their own story that their living. No two families are exactly alike and if families are so different, why wouldn’t the rest of the world be?