You can’t choose family; you are stuck with the one you were born with but you choose friends. I for sure was a kid who would have loved to disown one of my strange uncles but blood runs thick. This is however not the case when it comes to your social network. It is an interesting dynamic; as a kid you socialise mainly with your cousins but this changes as you grow older. With age, you have a say as to who is welcome in your life and who isn’t; these decisions shape you. It’s a control that you have over your own life that you should exercise. These people can make or break you.
Hiding emotions – you do it. You know when you have an argument over the dinner table, one that actually has managed to get to you. Half the battle is, however, to pretend that you aren’t affected, that it’s in one ear and out the other because this nonchalance helps you win the argument… for some reason. So you keep moving your fork and knife across the plate feigning ignorance and calm, swallowing the food which suddenly tastes too dry to swallow, but the second your argumentee gets out of sight, you drop your cutlery and fume. You hold your face in your hands and shake your head. You need concentration to fume. You need effort, time and space.
Starting from the bottom we’re still here is not quite how life is supposed to go. If I can sum up a way to live life properly, it takes two words; attitude and perspective and you start with the latter. We call it ‘underprivileged’, the faction of society that does not enjoy wealth in the form of materialism and hard cash. More times than I care to tell you, I find the fact liberating because as much as material comfort money brings, it is also constraining. Money can distort reality to such proportions that people like honey booboo’s mum exists.