Well, I have been putting this off for awhile due to laziness, but this is my first official entry into wordpress since I can’t play World of Warcraft due to lack of an electrical outlet and class is just a review right now or I just don’t feel like paying attention (shame!). There has been a lot on my mind that I have been wanting to write about, including why I haven’t written anything yet, despite my excitement of starting a new blog, but that’s another entry for another day at this point. So where do I start?
I Assume the most logical would be a little bit about myself, but not too much. Firstly, I am a horrible writter and would venture to say that I am a much better artist… but some things need to be expressed in words sometimes, though when I feel less lazy, art will be hand in hand with written works. Moving on, in respect to the “beginning” of the holiday season, I would like to talk about my Thanksgiving experience.
I come from a very large family on my father’s side: I have 23 blood related cousins (not including spouses) and a sister. Every one of them has graduated from college, and at least 6 hold advanced degrees, with the exception of me and my sister; we are still undergrads. Between me and my youngest cousin (I’m older than my sister), there is at least a 5 year age difference between us. Although that might not mean as much it does put me in an awkward position during Thanksgiving, and any holiday gathering for that matter.
The problem is not that I hate being around my family, in contrary I love them very much, and many of them have been like older brothers and sisters that I never had. But it is the age gap that really makes for problems during the holidays. Spending time with my family is great, but when it really comes down to it, the age gap really makes a difference in the way we communicate and what we talk about. What I’ve really noticed year and year again is that I have a tendency to feel left out from the conversation due my lack if experience that they have.
Another problem comes from that since my father is the youngest of his siblings (at least a 20 year difference between him and his older brother, and a 3 year difference between my father and my oldest cousin). What this equates to is that all my cousins tend to be around the same age, and have all grown up together. This was not the case for me, but the time of my “self realization” (elementary school?) my cousins were finishing off college, beginning to enter the real world and even starting their own families (my two oldest nieces are at least 15 years older than me). My cousins can all reflect upon the past and have different stories while all I can do is sit there and listen.
What does this amount to in the end? Not much I guess. As the years have progressed, I have been able to relate to them more and more, but not so much their past experiences family wise. However, even as each year goes on, my cousins experiences grow more vast and to something I will be unable to relate to at the time. I guess in the end, all this really means is that I don’t like being put in a position where i have to talk to my sister since shes the only one closests to my age.
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