Is there a polite way to tell my family “please stop friend requesting me I’m not going to add you on Facebook because we’re not friends in real life”?
OH MY GOD I CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF MY MOM’S PHONE FROM ACROSS THE ROOM AND THERE WAS BLUE AND LOTS OF SCROLLING.
I THINK MY MOM IS ON TUMBLR.
I THINK MY MOTHER IS ON TUMBLR.
This graduation weekend is off to a MARVELOUS start.
I live over in West County. My family (Dad, Mom, Sister and Bros) do not. They live about 35-40 minutes away.
I don’t drive. And I graduate tomorrow. It logically stands that someone has to come get me. However, my mother had decided to pick me up tonight (Friday), drive me back to her home, and then wake up early Saturday, and drive me to my graduation.
In West County.
Where I live.
Should I feel weird about my sister buying me booze?
… what the ACTUAL SHIT?
And God not in a creepy incest way.
It occurred to me that I just don’t understand familial relations. I was scrolling tumblr, as I’m known to do, and I glimpsed a post in which someone talked about spending time with their brother, and I was just immediatly confused. I remeber thinking
“Why would anyone want to do that??”
And I just thought it was the strangest thing, and a few scrolls later I stopped suddenly, realizing. “… no… that’s actually fairly normal. Just not to me.”
My family and I don’t have anything remotely relating to a close relationship. With the exception of my father, I can safely say I don’t remember ever really bonding with anyone. Which is remarkable, considering how large my family is.
Growing up, I spent most of my time at home, alone. I buried myself in school and in reading. Eventually, I found friends and grew extremely attached to them, but I never fostered that bond with my family.
In a sense, my family feels much the same to me as my coworkers do. Or hell, more accurately my classmates. We talk and have some things in common, but we aren’t particularly attached to each other. It’s like we’re slightly above strangers.
It’s a remarkably saddening discovery.