When we think of family, we have a very biased opinion on our family and we mostly decide by our mood at the time. If we're depressed then they are probably the worst family in the world, but sitting with them and laughing about old times or something stupid someone just said, they are then an amazing family.
I do that a lot. Whenever my mood changes they change, if I'm angry towards them, then it feels that they're all ganging up on me.
We change our outlook on our family so quickly because we know what we're thinking is wrong, and they're the closest thing we have. It's so easy for us to yell at a friend or family member because we're comfortable enough to be that way infront of someone. So, to us, they change in our minds because we're comfortable enough to do that to them. You wouldn't do this with a stranger beacuse 1) you don't know them and 2) you're not comfortable enough to do that with them. We see comfort in doing that because sometimes, not everyone!, we are too self-concious as to what people think about us. "What if they hate me for yelling at them?" "What if I lose them because I start crying infront of them because theyh insulted me?" "What if..." "What if..." "What if..." I think that we chose our family because if we have that brief moment of anger towards then or resentment towards them, they will always be there.
So, next time you chose to stay in state for college for a boyfriend/girlfriend or go off with your friends to hang out or go for a walk by yourself, remember who will be waiting at home for you. Not your girlfriend/boyfriend, not your friends, not your teacher. Your family. When you walk in the door and see the people sitting on the couch or in the bedrooms or in the kitchen, those are not your friends, that is your family.
I'm not saying that you can't get angry at your family or cry over them. Don't. Take. Them. For. Granted. That's all. Your friends or boyfriend/girlfriend will not be at that dinner table every night. Just remember that. They may not be the most awesome people in the world but they were there for you the minute you were born. Not your friends.
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