Something always has to go wrong. I don’t think it is possible to go longer than a week without some form of drama. This was proven to me last night. I received a text message from my dad telling me to be careful of what I post on public media sites, that it could come back to bite me in the ass. This confused me greatly, I thought to myself what? What the hell? Where would I even be posting inappropriate things to begin with. I thought back to my blog, this blog. I couldn’t think of anything ‘trashy’, all of my posts on this blog have been about my personal life and experiences. Facebook: no way, there couldn’t be anything on there – it isn’t allowed. Your account can be locked if anything appropriate is reported. So that was out of the question. Instagram? The only ‘provocative’ photos that could have been posted on Instagram would include a swim suit and the beach? I know for a fact that Instagram accounts have been disabled because they were posting ‘NSFW’ photos. I was completely stumped as to what the hell my dad was talking about. I proceeded to ask him what he was talking about and he let me know that my 70 something year old grandma received a call from two people letting her know that I was posting such things.
What I really didn’t understand is why would anyone call my grandmother to let her know I was being this so called ‘slut’? Why would it in anyones rightful mind think it would be okay to call a persons grandmother to tattletale about “dirty photos on a public site”? Why would that seem okay? EVEN IF I HAD POST THOSE THINGS? Why would it be okay? It isn’t. Its that simple.
So blah blah blah, I figured out who was doing all of these things and calling my grandmother. It was my cousin, we shall call my cousin tattletale in order to preserve their identity. SO I texted tattletale and got my answers.
I will not continue on this tangent because I don’t feel that anyone will really learn what I am trying to ‘teach’ to you about family. So let me get to my point: Family, family from blood does not necessarily mean they are your family. At some point in our lives we all get to an age where you are able to see through lies and fake smiles. We are able to determine for ourselves who our family is. I have a lot of family members who will say and do anything for their own personal gain. If these family members were starving and needed food to eat, they would sell you to the devil for a loaf of bread. That is honestly and simply how I feel it to be. Every action they make in their daily lives is to further their achievements. They do everything with a bad taste in their mouth in order to get what they want: To get ahead of everyone else. I don’t respect people who throw their own family members under the bus to prove a point. ESPECIALLY when the person you are throwing under the bus is on vacation and hasn’t been involved with that side of the family for almost a year.
My views of family have changed drastically in the past few months. Blood means nothing. My own mother is not my mother: she is the woman who gave birth to me. A mom wouldn’t say the things she has said to me, there is no way in hell any Mother would be able to say some of the things that have been said to me. My sister is slowly turning against me, I can see the lack of communication becoming more and more each day. I don’t receive many texts and when I do receive them they are few and far between. My family consists of animals and friends. My dad is my rock and the base for my family. I remember growing up on the idea that blood is blood. Family will always be family. That statement could not be farther from the truth.
Sarah, a wounded ladybug waiting for a break.