Family

I see something interesting happening with the people I know. The older I get, the weirder it feels. Maybe if I put it out there, something will come of it. Then again, maybe people will think me blasphemous and burn my house to the ground with me inside of it. There's really no way of telling with the Internet. What I see lately is an odd idea of what family is and how importance should be rated for such people. Let me tell you what I mean.

I have friends who, if the opportunity arises, will cancel plans with friends to make plans with family. Friends who have even told me that family is more important than anyone else.

I don't get this. I'm close to my family. I talk to my mom a lot and see them when I can, but I would never tell one of my friends they were less important than my family. I don't think they're supposed to be. Family should be important and should be a priority, but more than your friends? It doesn't seem so. If it was supposed to be that way, why would we ever move out of our parents' houses?

Part of growing up, for me at least, has been realizing that I need to stop drawing boxes around so many things. "This is family" and "this is friends" and "this is where the two rank on my priorities." Life doesn't work like that. People don't fit into those boxes just because you want them to.

And if your friends aren't becoming part of your family, at least to you, then maybe something's not working right.

At least that's how I see it.