Maybe I'm at the age when I start realizing what's best for me. Or maybe, I've finally learned how to not give a shit.
Lately, more than ever, I've found myself quick to dismiss things. Someone disagrees with me? OK. That thing didn't go as planned? Fine. Family members can be undeniably self-centered and full of it? Buh-bye.
I'll never understand why some family members only make themselves available when it's convenient. Or how some family members can only find you interesting if you're constantly needing something. Turns out if you're self-reliant, independent, and aren't looking for a handout, some people don't find you very interesting.
And that's too bad.
Family ties shouldn't be forced. Family should call each other because they want to know what's going on. Because they miss the sound of your voice. Because they miss...you.
Family should want to spend time with each other because life is too short not to. It's always possible to make time for family, right?
But that's not always how family works. Sometimes we are dealt a different hand, and with that comes different people with different expectations and different values.
As frustrating as that may be, it's what makes me grateful for the family I've got, or rather, the family I choose to surround myself with. I'm grateful for the family that helps you get through the lows while celebrating the highs.
I'm grateful for the family that is consistently there, the ones that never need to force the time, energy, or love. After all, family is like a fart. If you have to force it, it's probably shit.