Green_Lantern
Staff member
I am a family trip.
Which means I have to spend time with my family.
Which also means to realize how a "nice" and "adjusted" household can screw up someone badly.
Now read the following words carefully, and avoid making an opinion until the end.
Today I started to question the possibility of loving my mother. Because I am not entirely sure there is a personality there to be loved.
My mom... I feel that the only real personality trait she really has is the need to keep up appereances, to fit in, be accepted and (I know how that it is) to be loved.
This doesn't means she always smiles and pleasantries, but it does means that to her, everything seem to be around the others... I don't think she has the moral integrity for anything, unless it revolves being accepted. If society and norms are to magically change, my mom would be anything. She could accept me as her gay son, or she could send me to a concentration camp to be murdered. Given the correct social motivation she could do anything from donate a kidney to cold blooded murder, to give a helpful hand to kick someone while they are down.
She is like a mirror: reflective and devoid of depth. I can't even say that she can be hated too. I mean, you can't really hate a mirror, you might hate what you see there, but not the mirror itself, not when the only constant is the continuous change.
Which means I have to spend time with my family.
Which also means to realize how a "nice" and "adjusted" household can screw up someone badly.
Now read the following words carefully, and avoid making an opinion until the end.
Today I started to question the possibility of loving my mother. Because I am not entirely sure there is a personality there to be loved.
My mom... I feel that the only real personality trait she really has is the need to keep up appereances, to fit in, be accepted and (I know how that it is) to be loved.
This doesn't means she always smiles and pleasantries, but it does means that to her, everything seem to be around the others... I don't think she has the moral integrity for anything, unless it revolves being accepted. If society and norms are to magically change, my mom would be anything. She could accept me as her gay son, or she could send me to a concentration camp to be murdered. Given the correct social motivation she could do anything from donate a kidney to cold blooded murder, to give a helpful hand to kick someone while they are down.
She is like a mirror: reflective and devoid of depth. I can't even say that she can be hated too. I mean, you can't really hate a mirror, you might hate what you see there, but not the mirror itself, not when the only constant is the continuous change.