I think we will always disagree about that particular topic. “I don’t know why you do it, they’re just taking advantage of you.” or “You’re always willing to help them but make a face when we ask you to do something.”
Even within the family I notice a huge difference about what “family” means and what being there for one another means. One thing I don’t like about the American culture is it’s disconnect within families. Sure, you can get together during the holidays to catch up or whatever, but for me, that’s not enough. I know that I’m being a hypocrite because I don’t see my grandparents and cousins as much as I want to nor do I spend nearly as much time with my parents as I would like to. I know I whine and bitch when my parents tell me to do this and that…but I’m only human just like sometimes they forget that I like being appreciated now and then. But with extended family who I don’t get to see as often, I like being able to help them in whatever way that I can. Sure, it may not benefit me but I don’t see the necessity in measuring my relationships with benefits. I don’t measure my love, if that makes any sense. I like to give all that I possibly can…sometimes it’s too much and sometimes it’s not enough, but I try my best.
This week has been a eye opening week. In the process of doing all that I can to get into medical school, I’ve lost track of what I hold really dear to my heart…and a lot of my sanity. It was a good thing that I was kidnapped to the beach at midnight and got to spend the day with my parents enjoying breakfast and Cirque Du Soleil. Hopefully in less than 2 months I’ll be able to spend more time with family, friends and even get some time to explore on my own. In due time.