How To Cook A Turkey: Step 1: Go buy a turkey Step 2: Take a drink of whiskey Step 3: Put turkey in the oven Step 4: Take another 2 drinks of whiskey Step 5: Set the degree at 375 ovens Step 6: Take 3 more whiskeys of drink Step 7: Turk the bastey Step 8: Whiskey another bottle of get Step 9: Ponder the meat thermometer Step 10: Glass yourself a pour of whiskey Step 11: Bake the whiskey for 4 hours Step 12: Take the oven out of the turkey Step 13: Floor the turkey up off of the pick Step 14: Turk the carvey Step 15: Get yourself another scottle of botch Step 16: Tet the sable and pour yourself a glass of turkey Step 17: Bless the dinner and pass out...................;)
It always takes me by surprise when people hate because someone wants them to hate. Maybe it's just me but I won't hate or ignore someone just because somebody says I should do so. Even when I was young, I used to be firm about how I felt towards anyone. I did not allow my parents or my siblings to infiltrate my mind. I made and still make my own choices. Well, I have a brain and I can choose to decide on my own. I'm not someone's dog. It's akin to being a dog. The owner says "attack" and the dog attacks. The owner says "heel" and the dog heels.
This is why I don't understand why people choose to hate and hurt for the most trivial of reasons or simply because of gossip.
Hearts can heal and humans can hope. Isn't that easier? I guess not. It is just tougher for a person when their self-esteem depends on approval from other members of the family. Maybe it's the inability to make a stand. I get that.
I hear that it's a matter of "blood being thicker than water". That is laughable. If this is true then my husband will rank way below the thousands of relatives I have. There's a fine line for first place between my husband and my child. Parents and siblings take second place. Then relatives take third place followed by the good friends in fourth and acquaintances in fifth and so forth. Where does blood come into the picture?
In the end, I suspect that the one they hurt is really their own self. They may think that their silence is elegant or that their family camaraderie is impressive but it's probably just a facade for an inability to live and to love graciously.
With this, I'm going to put it behind me. I've done my part. I stepped outside of my comfort zone to be friends with some unfriendly people. Now I'm done.
As Oscar Wilde says, "Life is too important to be taken seriously." So no regrets, just lessons learnt.
You can call it the universe, God, co-incidence or whatever suits you but I think I just had a nice cleansing of, probable and possible, toxic people in my corner of the world.