Interaction between humans is never easy. Especially when it comes to, above all else, family. At times, interaction between strangers seems so much simpler and pleasant. Perhaps it’s because they’re just that; strangers. We don’t know who they are, what they are, their faults, their anything. They’re just people who happen to cross paths with us. We have no expectations from them. And why would we? These people may only exist in our lives for minutes, or mere seconds, and people we’ll never see again and eventually forget.
Family, on the other hand, is so much more than just strangers. We know everything there is to know about them, and perhaps that’s why we hold them to a different standard. We expect them to be a certain way and hold them to those expectations simply because we know who they are, what they’re capable of being, what they’re capable of giving, all their positives and negatives, that when they fail to be who we want them to be, we get disappointed. And even when we know that they are just being who they are and will never change, that disappointment keeps hitting you every time they disappoint. Maybe it’s because we want them to be better than our perceptions of them. Maybe it’s because we want to be wrong about them. But every time our opinions about them are reaffirmed, it never stops hurting.
But, family is family. We can’t choose who we end up being a family with. And while people do things that disappoint us in ways that probably only the one who’s been disappointed can understand, we can’t forget that they are who they are, and will never be who we want them to be. And maybe that’s just it. We all have our qualities and faults. Just because they are not what we hope for them to be in one aspect doesn’t mean that they’re not more than what we want them to be in another. So, final thought. Bottom line, family is family, and no matter what, no matter how much we think we’re kidding ourselves, we have to believe that they’ll come through in the end, because family is family.










