Still, man-sitting. After radiation treatment, and after normalizing my over-hydration, I drive to Carmel to support “Maggie” who man-sits her son-in-law. Understand “Maggie” does not drive.
At this point things are stable, but we continue as an insurance to ensure nothing bad can happen.
This is what real family does. In the background is lots of talk of family that does not matter. In conversation there are people in my family and Maggie’s family that I could say to there face, “Don’t come to my funeral and pretend you care about me.” These are people who don’t really know me.
Let’s put it clearly, there are people here on this forum that know me better than any of my family, and people here actually care more about me. Anyways that’s the truth, and I hate “fake-family.”
BTW you kinda find out who really has your back, who really are your friends, and who really cares or matters to you.
I feel like Blanch in “A Streetcar Named Desire,” I have always relied on the kindness of perfect strangers. I’m being a drama queen, but this is no joke.
There is no shortage of love in my life, but I actually pity the selfish family members who actually are incapable of love. Pretty empty lives. I guess I could be called arrogant because of my attitude, but no apologies from me. I’m not going to give unconditional love away, that is a waste. I’d rather give it to a stranger…
So a term I heard is interesting. There is an introvert, an extrovert, and something called an Ortrovert, described as someone who is so non conformal that they are independent thinkers that are highly creative. Described somewhat as loners because they feel alienated as outsiders, they do not really conform or fit in,
So I am both an introvert, extrovert, and definitely an ortrovert. I can identify as all three. Hmmm… Pretty un usual, but the word unusual kinda applies to me. I kinda standout in a crowd, but then not only do I love being alone, perhaps that is when I’m happiest.
I once told a friend to take the chance to get married. I told him of the real compromises and acknowledged his reservations, but I advised him that getting old alone and not having anyone to share your life with is mucho sad. Kinda unfulfilling and empty.
From what I know he is doing well, and this is a man I admire. He had balls and took great risks. I kinda miss him…
So I’ll just come out and say it that the holidays that are coming up and the related “fake-family” get togethers I think moving forward are played out. I have better things to do, and I don’t want to pretend anymore that family has meaning. Pretty much only a few matter and the rest I don’t want to attend my funeral.
I’m just calling out fake-family as not mattering.
I’m cool with that. I have plenty of people who do matter.
My Prostate Cancer kinda made things evident to me. Blood has no meaning and at this point some family is already dead to me.
Cal