The Circle of Life
How much can one person change in two years away from home?
Here I sit in my parents' new house, all comfortableness from my childhood stripped and left behind on Lakeshore Blvd. Sure, all the pictures are the same and the walls have been painted the same colors, but this new house is creepy. Even its inhabitants are different...my parents and I always seem to argue everytime I come home. They bitch and make comments about my sexuality all the time. Yet when I call them on it and start a discussion with them, they close up and say, "Oh, let's not fucking talk about." It bugs the hell out of me. How did I survive such close-mindedness? Anyways, I still am grateful for everything they've given me...but as time goes on and I become more independent of them, less and less holds us together and I spend less and less time talking to them or going back home to visit them. The same holds true for good friends from high school too...as time goes forward, we seem to talk less and less and the differences between us become magnified. With dying relationships must come budding new ones, but lately, it seems as if mine are dying quicker than I can form new ones.
posted by RPF @ 1:00 AM
1 Comments:
I've been having trouble realizing why it is that I have recently cut off ties to certain friend I've had for 13+ years. This entry put a new perspective on things. I am possibly untying myself from the past, and the person I used to be, and moving on to new (as you say) "budding relationships." Relationships I hope better suit the person I am now.
Don't know if you cared to hear that, but anyway...Thanks.
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