A Note On Tricky Family, Titanium Ovaries, and Truth-Seeking

Crazy when you and your siblings are nothing alike, am I right? In my 37 rotations around the sun, I’ve noticed this is pretty true… maybe not in all 8 billion cases… but in at least 7.9 billion cases…

You’d think that growing up in the same household, with the same parents, in the same ol’ farm house, which in my case was located in the middle of a cornfield, would yield 4 kids who are in the same category. But NAH, son. I say, nah.

When you look at your family, you may think any of the following thoughts:

How did I get here?

How do I get out of here?

Who are these people?

They’re nice, but a few of them have loose screws.

Or no screws at all.

Should I call the police?

I love them, but they drive me crazy.

What planet are they from?

What planet am I from for that matter.

Is it 911 or 411 or 311 for the police? I can’t remember.

I’m sure there’s a mixed vegetable/beef stew of emotions that run through you when it comes to your family. Or tofu, if you’re vegan. Hey, we're plant-based around here. I can get jiggy with it. Ok, no more Will Smith references. Back to it—

How is it that you can feel like such an odd woman out when it comes to your family? And more importantly, how do you work with these people for the years— not to mention, holidays— to come?

Do you just corral them into a dried-out field and light a fuse from afar? Not recommended.

Do you line them up in a row and deliver a swift punch in the face in quick succession? Prob not.

Do you just block them and act like your phone couldn’t connect to space and that’s why you haven’t gotten back to them? You could, but how long will that charade last...

No, it’s best to face these clowns with a bucket of love, and let them be themselves… which is, to be honest, both hard and easy at the same time.

Letting someone be themself without trying to change them is the first step in opening the door for them to possibly change.

Read that whopper again.

Unfortunately, you can’t force someone to change as change can only start to happen once you have someone’s willingness to do so… and from their viewpoint— not yours. I mean, really quick, wouldn’t it be nice if you were like, “Hey Joe, you suck. So can you just NOT suck? Be great.” And Joe was like, “Oh sure, hey, I never thought about that. Thanks for pointing out my suckiness! Want a smoothie?” But you probably know by now if you’ve been living for more than 2 years, that that’s not how it usually goes. Usually goes more like 2 stars colliding in space amounting to an explosion of upset that trickles out through the rest of time.

ALSO, worth mentioning:

Depending on the person and the degree of circus they’re entertaining between their ears, this whole process of encouraging them to get some change goin’ on could take, like, years/decades/trillennia. New solar systems could evolve before they begin to change! I digress.

Trust me, a stranger on the internet, I KNOW what it’s like to feel like a black sheep in the flock and yet, try so hard to impress my viewpoint upon others. (Now I’m just cheekily doing it unto you on the internet. There’s my master plan! muahahaha.)

I have a situation wherein my immediate family all takes psychotropic drugs in some capacity. Maybe once in awhile like an orange tic tac, maybe everyday like an orange tic tac glutton. To my knowledge— not that I email out a survey every month or anything— I am the only person who does not take drugs as a means of trying to deal with any life or mental struggles. I like the natural approach when possibly, but ultimately, I prefer to flat-out get rid of problems, not labor along forever, suffering and drugging myself with pills. I realized years ago that if you are taking a drug (even in the form of alcohol, dare I say) you are not confronting something, and trying to drown out said “something” with a chemical “relief.”

Furthermore (said in a British accent ideally), I’ve done a bucket load (5-gallon Lowes bucket, to be clear) of research on the industry that creates, markets, and makes diggity dang sure that psychotropic drugs are seen in a positive light… so much research that I’ve lost sleep on it. But not too much sleep LOL this momma’s gotta sleep, be real here…

ANYwhoozles, I factually come from a family wherein all others want to tip a prescription bottle over, sprinkle out a pill with side effects such as homicide and suicide, and ingest it like no big deal. Then they wonder why-oh-why they have memory problems or seem to still feel depressed, and then also there’s the fun side effect of insomnia (all the while, comically, the bottle’s label has Vegas lights flashing around it).

Sometimes when you look at something honestly and without filters (especially Instagram filters), you see the obvious truth. But the problem is, people don’t want to do that. Why? Is it because the easy answer is “people just suck”? ‘Fraid not.

The truth is that people have been conditioned to whooo-wheeeee lookeeeeee over herrrreeee! And not look at something head on. And honestly… looking at something straight in the face takes a silo-full of courage. Silo = corn reference.

Courage isn’t in style in our digital age; it way too easy to check out and recline into more convenient “truths” which are not actual truths, but fallacies. Fallacies so conivingly designed to appear as truth, that at this point it takes a trained eye to see them as what they are.

Sure, I sound like a cynical B who sneers at babies and runs red lights. I sound like that, yeah? Well, I can tell you that I experience the most exquisite, beautiful pleasures in life, ones I thought I could not even have before, primarily because I have sought out truth. And it has not been easy; it takes big titanium ovaries, hard work, and titanium tits. Lots of titanium! For everyone!

Moreover, you may find that you ostracize yourself when in pursuit of a life of truth— and said ostracization may occur from your loved ones, aka: your family. And this sucks.

So what does all this babble mean? That you acquiesce and just slip back down into a place you belong? Well, that is up to you, my internet friend. Much of life isn’t pure black vs. pure white; you need to evaluate and decipher what makes sense with regard to the data you have to hand, and run it through your own screen, answering the question:

Does this WORK for me when it comes to raising the quality and condition of my life, as well as the life of others?

I know it's "cool" to parrot back stuff you learn on Tik Tok, or wear the latest crystal to your hot yoga class. But do you understand the information, and whence applied, does it WORK to improve the situations in YOUR life? Or are you just being trendy because face it (and this is A-OKAY to admit!), you're confused right now.

The truth is definitely not always the most convenient information, and it may require that you put on some actual pants (looking at you, sweatpants) to do something courageous. Because the only people in life who’ve ever drastically changed their status quo and gone from suffering to soaring are the ones who did something different. And that can, and should be, you.