We Are Family... Or Are We?

Hey guys, so I'm here to tell you a story, it doesn't affect me personally but names have to be changed in hopes that if someday my blog reaches a larger audience and someone finds out I'm talking smack about them, hehe...

As the title suggests, this time I'll be talking about family and a close friend of mine who we're going to call Frida.

For as long as I could remember, Frida has been in my life, not as a constant, but we grew up together, had a bit of the same interests,all that jazz. She was 2 years older than me, so as a kid, I totally looked up to her and thought she was the coolest person ever. Well, as we grew up, we weren't exactly drifting apart, but she was already reaching adulthood two years earlier than me, and all I could do was sit back and watch as the person I basically idolized grew before me. Now it all seems like we were simply friends, but it was more like we were fucking family, I used to stay with her grandmother when I was still in grade school, meaning, now you can't get me to leave her house any sooner.

Moving on! So now she's knocking on college's door, she's 18, I'm 16 and I'm still blindly idolizing her as my big sis, until one day, it's like she disappeared. She moved away to Michigan with her Mum, and in a way I was a little sad because I thought I would never see her again, she was pretty close to her mum and she was probably there for a good year or two before she came back home. Now things are a bit different, she somehow becomes a drifter, never staying put in one place, never keeping a phone number for long enough, she was everywhere yet nowhere.

Well, here's where the family thing comes into play. Because she's the definition of drifter, it seems there were a few spats between her and her family, making it seem like she's the victim, or as if the rest of the family was in the wrong, but basically, even though they speak the same language and there are literally no language barriers, there's a big heaping pile of miscommunication between her and her family. And it sucks because even though it's a family problem, I feel like if someone were to ask my two cents, I'd say she's in the wrong because she hasn't given herself an opportunity to really settle down and look at the big picture.

Here's a phrase I've been hearing lately: "...Permanent solution for temporary problems," now I know it's about suicide, but I feel like it can relate to her situation. I mean I feel like she could hash it out if they were to all sit down and talk and clear whatever misunderstandings are floating round each other, I mean it's not fair to stress her family out because she doesn't agree on something, but at the same time, we come from a culture where whatever the parent says is right and that sucks, it's not fair to us who are living in a different world. We're not in Honduras anymore, Mom!

Well there's my story. It's barely complete, but like I said, it's just a tidbit of what's going on in my end of the world. Check you sexy monsters later!