
my family
like many others
has
a past both
sordid and genteel
spending seven days
with twenty-seven members
of my family
definatly biased my
thinking towards the
former.
the overwhelming conclusion
I came to observing
the various interactions
of various sorts between
various people
was that
we had a group
of twenty seven people
who at the very least
shared one common trait
a trait which oddly
was no where present
during this gathering
All of these people
are professionals
in one way or another
granted professionalism
is easy when
you know
that your dinner
isnt dependant on
your continued employment.
Why is it that
we often treat
strangers with more
respect and dignity
than we treat our
families.
One of my aunts
once said.
"The nice thing about family is that you can be completely honest"
I think thats a load of crap,
People arent honest with family
they are careless
saying anything you want
is quite different
than speaking honestly
for all the talk of searching
for the grace of honesty
the supply will be perpetually
in excess of the demand
We dont want
honesty and truth
the truth is we
all know the truth
you dont suddenly realize
that you have a problem
you suddenly
admit
that you have a problem
and no one truely
want the truth
which they work so
hard to avoid
shoved in their face.
most people
are not honest
with their families
in any way
and
I am
no different
we dont tell
them the honest
truth we couch it
perhaps each
in our own way
for various motivations
but mostly
we say or hurt each other
out of carelessness
you
are more capable
of being hurtful
to your family
than
any other people
because you
know their faults
every fissure
in their character
and
in my opinion
it is incumbent on you
to take care
with words and
actions
to nuture those wounds
and not to
strike them.
I attempt
to couch
i.e. be dishonest
with my family
in a particular way
I know their
weakness and
when something needs
to be addressed
rather than striking
brutally with my exposed
and unguarded view
of their failings
to
approach them
in such a way
that they can
hear my concerns
without feeling
attacked
and wounded.
I fail at this
continuously
so without
any true conclusions
I simply ask of you
why is it
that we do not
extend the same
common courtesies
to our families as
we
do
to
strangers
on the
street?