why the fuck cant everyone just get the fuck along?
I found myself spiralling way out of control trying to find a way to keep my family together. My parents and my Siblings!! I find myself in the position where I have a decent understanding of both sides. I’ve been a rebellious child and i am also a parent myself. And family, rather the idea of it, has been deep rooted in me like it almost feels like one of those essential organs without which, it means certain death. But I live countries away from the four of them and them being locked in there, thanks to the pandemic have resulted in every problem over the years resurfacing and exaggerating itself like a million folds. no one in the house can stand the other. There’s mom on one side, brother and sister on the other and then there’s dad trying to do what i do - keeping peace - and failing miserably.
Mom with her signature defence mech. - “oh so all of you have a problem with me so i’ll leave” - LEAVE IN THE MIDDLE OF A PANDEMIC - abandoning as always. Sister with her “I’m not going to sit down and let her make me feel like shit all the time and I’m going to make her own up” - also none of them actually ever own up (biggest part of the problem). - also mom and sis (epicentre of the quake) are basically the same - wallowing in the past and constantly blaming and refusing to let go and move on. Brother with his “I’m all chill but just don’t make noise outside my door and let me be” which I guess is okay until he gets involved in and gets carried away too. And finally, dad with the “yes we have shitty kids” + “yes your mum is nuts”
And all I want is for them to grow the fuck up, and stop wasting fucks on things that don’t matter and learn to stand and face each other and fix things and take responsibility for their own doings and learn to manage themselves better and treat each other with respect. To sum it up - I JUST WANT THEM TO GET THE FUCK ALONG.
But this has consumed me whole. I feel so at loss of peace because i find myself helpless trying to talk to them and persuade them and understand them and get to understand each other. I realised that talking to them is only making me worse but I feel like I’ll explode if i don’t let this all out somewhere. And thus this. writing this out and posting it randomly feels better.
At the end of this, I realised a few things -
I cant control a bunch of adults like puppets and get them to stick it out and be a family because thats what I want.
I can still have the family but it doesn’t mean under the same roof and it could certainly mean tragedy.
I’ve learnt to accept things I can’t change, I’m trying to the best with the things that I can, and I hope I can differentiate better.
If there is one thing that is helping me stay sane, it would be a book - “The subtle art of not giving a fuck” - Mark Manson!! so Thank you Mark!!!