You know, like an epiphany, except it occurs while you are sitting in the bathroom for an exceptionally long period of time, thus allowing you plenty of peace and quiet for thinking and contemplating the meaning of life and such. I had a shit-piphanyyesterday.
(Hopefully everyone reading this realizes that every single human on this planet does, indeed, poop. Otherwise, I may have just burdened you with knowledge that could possibly scar you. If that is the case, I am sorry.)
Anyway, while I was contemplating the meaning of life, in addition to solidifying my decision to vote for either Halo or Sausage on Ink Master, I have made another even more meaningful decision. Although there are not a lot of decisions that supersede the importance of an Ink Master vote, this one may rank right up there. Stick with me for a minute.
See, the thing is I’ve decided to choose my family from here on out. After all, friends are the family you choose, right?
And that means family is…
Hey, wait a minute. Let me think. Ok, I think I got it. Family seems to be the group of people I was thrust upon when I was born. However, it has become clear throughout my life that we are not compatible. They don’t like me, as has become clear by the high level of disdain and looking-down-the-nose-ish-ness that has occurred over the years, and I have decided to put an end to everyone’s discomfort by breaking the ties that have bound us. It seems that there is an unspoken rule that families must always remain together even if they are incompatible, and I am here to say that is not true.
Daughters don’t always have to fawn over their mothers. Granddaughters don’t always have to agree with the culture of fear, degradation, and disapproval that has served to pave the path of acquiescence throughout the generations. It’s time to stand up and make a name for ourselves, and I’m starting the trend.
For the sake of my daughters (and my sons), I refuse to be bullied into doing the bidding of others simply because that’s ‘the way it’s always been done.’ It’s a new day, and my kids will not be put in their place by the silent treatment. They will not be bought with money or things. They will not be bribed or threatened, and they will not be afraid to stand up for themselves. And I will show them how to do that.
It’s time to clean house, my friends. Those who bring negativity into my life will no longer be invited to participate. I will choose my family, and my family will love me for who and what I am. My family will love my husband and my children for who they are.
And that, my friends, is a shit-piphany.