Some people, when they run away from home, have a very good reason do so. They might have been abused, ignored, spoiled, etc. But most of them probably consider some hypothetical consequences before departing, so that the new life from under the bridge or the neighbour's shed would look better than the abandoned random tribe Fate has been so innovative and kind to chose for them. I couldn't know about all of those things. I had a different reason to leave the alien family I cohabited for quite a while. Some might find it unsuitable for a good argument to leave, but that has nothing to do with what I think.
Anyway, I left because of the annoying nag. Yes, I know that the main meaning of one's family is to nag and mess up plans, but I am a type of humanoid that enjoys the lack of all that.
But the particular nag that I am trying to avoid - which is more than impossible, because of modern invention called telephone - is the one about my future (everyone can tell, I'm certain, what that normally sounds like)
I must admit that recently I became quite paranoid, thinking that items from my family might be slightly right, that all those flowery dreams I have are part of an intangible Universe where leprechauns ride pink unicorns. And that only because I seized to speak much about them in front of my social human friends and I , as well, seized to think much about them (the dreams/ wishes/ plans for future).
But quickly I recover, after relaxing my brains I keep in the cupboard. I slowly and somehow painfully conclude that I am the only person in this world full of suckiness that really knows me and the only one who can hear my thoughts, so I decide to keep my original positive attitude I own and give less shit about other's dark words of false superior wisdom. I know what I want with my bitter life; making a list so I can resume the wish I have, I can realise that is not something exaggerate or impossible, that, even though it doesn't sound too good for the genetic roots I left behind, it would make me super-happy. I mean not cry-me-a-river-orgasm-oh-my-god-I-can-die-now-happy. Happy enough to keep my blood pressure normal and heart intact and content with my achievements.
Because this is why I ran: so I wouldn't be needing to ignore all the advise (which is something I'm not really good at) or to do what I'm asked so the nagging would stop. I think this is the best decision.
I hope others don't need to isolate themselves in order to do the best thing with themselves and their lives. But I don't consider this extreme, to be honest. Family has a relapsing asset, like dandruff after using the wrong shampoo, it will always hunt you down and make you one of them once more. No-one is really able to stay away, so why should it be a malicious thing to take a break so you can accomplish something for yourself?
I think that I could have said it in a shorter way, but the idea is to follow your dreams and wishes, regardless. Of course, the plausible ones.
PS: Indeed, it has been a while. <3 b
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