The thing about family is that more often than not, no one listens to what you have to say. They may hear you out, but at the end of the day, people want to talk more about what they have on their mind rather than listen to the things you want to share. I may be wrong about this, it may just be my family.
Then again, that’s why I have a blog. That’s why I have an online journal about my thoughts and feelings and why I choose a field of work where the most common human contact would be through a test tube. Sometimes it’s not that there isn’t anyone to share your thoughts with, it’s that in my world, this is what I was raised to believe that there is a reason why a normal human being’s mouth it bigger than both ear holes combined.
Sometimes I do want to get away with it all, or rather, I just want to have someone who would just be empathetic to what I have to say rather than what I seem to do on a 24 hour a day basis. It’s not enough that I know your secrets and skeletons in the closet, but even the pope has a confessor and there is a limit to how much I can listen to everyday without saying anything on my mind worth saying.
So if anything, being back home, listening to the redundant criticisms and words of wisdom is a painful thing to bear when you’re so used to the lifestyle that you’ve carved on the quiet road. It’s painful to listen to the non-stop bickering that you find in some household families. It’s painful enough to try and avoid it. So I do. And come back to the only person that would be willing to listen to what I say.