Someone You Need to Let Go, or Wish You Didn’t Know
I can’t think of anyone I need to let go, although my answer might’ve been different even as recently as a year ago. I still strongly wished that I could revive old friendships. But now, I’m fine with the current state of affairs. I don’t know very many people, either, so it’s hard to say that there’s anyone I wish I didn’t know. Sure, there are people that annoy me, but I don’t much mind them. Therefore, I’ve decided to rant about my step-relations. I don’t dislike them, exactly, but they are not the type of people I would associate with on my own. They have traits that irk me.
Firstly, let me put this in context. I’m originally from the South, and my step-relations live there. It’s mostly the stereotypical southern bigotry that angers me. I don’t talk much when I’m around them, though, and they think that my ideas are weird. If I were to try to correct their misconceptions, they’d just brush me off as someone who’s probably spent too much time with stuck-up, intelligent liberals. They seem to think I’m this amazingly intelligent person (well, to some degree, they view my dad and all of his children like that). Therefore, they would probably see me as someone who’s “too smart for my own good.”
Here are some of their stereotypical southern behaviors: They’re racist. They don’t think they are, but they are. The older ones even still use the n-word. They see homosexuality as a sin, and they think that anyone who would support equal rights regardless of sexual orientation must be gay. Obviously. Otherwise, why would they care? Of course, Christianity is the only one true religion. (There’s a contradiction in this attitude, but I’m paranoid and think further explanation would require too many identifying personal characteristics.)
Their belief in traditional gender roles pops up in many conversations. They’re not so extreme that they think women shouldn’t have jobs. But of course all women want to be wives and mothers one day. It’s only natural. If a woman doesn’t want to have children, there’s something wrong with her. Women are supposed to do all the cooking and cleaning. I really need to learn how to cook because I’m a woman. When I become a wife, I’m going to have to cook for my husband. When I reply that he can cook for himself if he really wants that food, or suggest that he can do the cooking for us, they’re mortified. Cooking is women’s work!
And of course men have to be true to their manhood.
And why would anyone want to watch a movie that was made before they were born? Who does that? Well, I enjoy classic films, but I don’t want to dwell on the topic.
I’m pretty sure they’d be ignorant about anything relating to mental health. Obviously, I’m not going to bring that topic up with them.
I don’t see these people that often, just during holidays (excepting my stepmother’s children and their families–but I see them only some time during a visit my own family.) Those holiday gatherings are awkward for my siblings and I because we don’t know the step-relations that well and have nothing in common with them. We sit there for hours, bored. I can tolerate the step-relations and their inanities, and I wouldn’t go so far as to say I wish they weren’t in my life. I see them for only a handful of times a year anyway. On the whole, they’re not bad people, but they can get on my nerves.