My mother has decided that I am anti-social. Like my genetic father before me. (Keeping the Star Wars theme rolling, of course.) My sister has decided that I’m fine the way I am, if, of course, I get a girlfriend. And maybe we double date.
She’s 15, I can safely say that won’t be happening anytime soon.
However, the debate at it’s core somewhat worries me. How often does your own mother say “Hey, dude. You’re kind of a prick.”?
Calling me anything similar or relating to my biological father is a little bit like telling Luke Skywalker he would one day join the Dark Side (obviously he did, but, that’s not the point of this argument.) I have no desire to ever be like him, but at the same time, I cannot fight what I’m genetically predisposed to be.
People suck and I do not like them. But I like you. And you are people.
My thoughts on the subject can best be summed up by Agent K: “A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky dangerous animals and you know it.”
Family is the worst part of ‘people.’ They are people I love. But, the vast majority of the time would rather not be around.
Apparently it’s a matter of convenience, however I strongly suspect, for me, it’s a matter of ‘not wanting to insult anyone.’ Unless it’s on the internet. Then it’s okay.