Those Opportunities

47. Opportunities you’ve been given

*I probably should have written this one when I was going too. It got posted today with no words,lol*

The most grateful opportunity I automatically thought of was the opportunity that I was born into the family that I have been born into.

Bad and Good my family have shown me such a variety of life. My mums side are incredibly close and yet we are so incredibly different and at the same time we get on very well and we respect each other differences. I love being with them. Whereas my Dad’s side, as much as I do love them…They are all exactly the same and yet, cannot for the life of them, get along at all. Half the time they’re not even talking to each other.

It’s a very interesting dynamic.

It has shown me so much of the world and how I view it. How you can be different and get along, how you can be the same and not be on the same page at the same time…It’s really quiet interesting…My Dad’s side they say the exact same things, they are all pretty racist and gullible. YET, they say they are better than the others, when they don’t speak to each? It’s hilarious! If they knew that they are pretty much the same person (and believe me I’ve wanted to tell them) I think they’d be incredibly surprised.

A great example of this was of my Dad over this weekend. He said that I was not allowed to invite a particular Aunt and her family to my wedding (I’m not getting married by the way). They’re the “minority” because no one is talking to them from my Dads family. Yet my Dad and the ones he talks too would actually be the minority at my wedding. I haven’t seen anyone from that side for years (apart from this Aunt and her family) and everybody at my wedding know this particular Aunt and her family, they actually do call her their Aunt as well. The family members that my Dad talks too, apart from my Dad, haven’t even met my partner yet!lol

 

I am Lauren…The Plant!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Name that… You!.”

I was named after the now dearly departed “Lauren Bacall”…There are a couple of different meanings for my name, but the most well known meaning is “the bay, or laurel plant”.

When I was younger “Lauren” was a really unknown name, but it feels like every second person I meet now is a “Lauren”. In fact there is another Lauren I know and we are studying the same course, we volunteer at the same Library and NOW we are working casually at the same place.

I absolutely feel like a Lauren, although to be honest, most people call me a nickname MORE than my actual name, but all my nicknames are based on my natural name. I also think my name is probably one of the most misspelled names ever, there are just too many variations!