Why is it that every family dinner is a disaster, someone always ends up hurt or angry – or drunk. Isn’t family supposed to be the ones you go to for support? If so, why don’t we get along?
I live in belief that my family don’t understand me, and don’t respect the fact that I need space. I know that it’s not all their fault, but I’m not ready to be the bigger person just yet. I’m still trying to keep calm when around my family; they frustrate me a bit too much. Don’t get me wrong: I don’t hate them or anything, but they push my buttons.
How many TV-series and movies have not shown the worst family thanksgivings and Christmas dinners? I must admit I have never been to a family dinner where the house has been set on fire, or a food fight started because my moms’ mother disagreed with my dads’ mother or anything like that. But alcohol sure starts a discussion fast. Why did anyone start making alcohol? That person sure didn’t see how much problem the alcohol would cause in the future.
I know that I’m blessed for not living in a poor family, or a family with addiction problems or something like that, but still I manage to find things to complain about. I know it sounds a bit bratty, but family dinners are never “the time of your life” no matter how cool your family is. It’s kind of weird, we share DNA and still we manage to be so different and annoy each other so much. I’m no University Master in psychology, so I’m not going to think too much about this or come to any conclusion, but it’s a good thought exercise when you’re waiting for a bus or something!
“With the lights out, it’s less dangerous. Here we are now, entertain us!” Nirvana – Smells Like Teen Spirit (Nevermind – 1991)