XEROPITTURA

Post-Elitism And Family Matters

The concept of a family is the only thing that hasn't been changed over time, not even the new age could change

it's meaning. But the only thing I defend without a doubt, is it's importance and it's impact on someone's

story.

Starting from my mom's side of the family, I've had around 6 to 7 (haha) cousins and we used to meet every

sunday to go places together. Wether it was a mall, a park, or just the supermarket to buy snacks for later,

we were always together and reinforcing the "good family" type of behaviour. But, as I was growing up, I got

to realize that some of the things I saw or believed to be true about a few people from my family... Weren't

as true as I believed it was. The first ever conflict that made me realize something sketchy was going on,

happened after my grandfather's death took place. He used to live with his nephew in some sort of "mansion"

in a neighbourhood I spent most of my childhood in, both his nephew and him are my human heroes to this day.

I couldn't stop thinking how I wouldn't ever get to watch my cartoons with my best friend again, how I wouldn't

smell his favourite cologne for a long time and how empty my life would be in general. I was grieving badly.

But I have to say, everything I was thinking of easily turned into just another thought once I heard one of my

family members saying "I'll finally get to live in a rich neighbourhood! I cannot belive it!" pretty much like

my grandfathers death meant she got room. I cannot describe in words how I felt but betrayed was the main word.

So, after his funeral, I prevented myself from vising the house he lived in for a long time, most because my

mom also woulnd't stop crying. So when we did finally visit the house again for a sunday meeting, that specific

cousin was there, along with other family members. They noticed I was quiet and not talking and tried to engage

me on some conversations and other activities, wich I am thankful for. But it was clear that some of these people

around me were lowkey glad they supposedly got a chance to sleep on my grandfather's bedroom if it meant they'd

be living the same "lifestyle" he did when he was alive. It took me years of refusal to learn that half of my

cousins that I adored so much throughout life were actually taking advantage of the circumstances around the

house itself and not making me smile out of love. They never assumed it, but once I got to talk with my favourite

cousin, Trixie, she made it clear to me that most of these family meetings only meant one thing:

to manipulate everyone's feelings in order to be perceived as a good person, then receiving good things back.

The most surprising thing is, the people I was told were evil, were, in fact, good people. But I was conditioned

to believe that the woman who bought me all of my clothes, who still dresses me good to this day and who adores

me and my visits, wanted to mistreat me and eventually spread lies about who I was. And that this specific

cousin that makes me feel loved is a bad person for not visiting other family members on her spare time.

Now, talking about my dad's side of the family, I don't have much to say except that I'm grateful I've gotten a

nice surname, a nice story to tell and many nice visits that lead me to know the world I live in nowadays. My

uncle, Fabian, who I thought to not have feelings for a short period of time, proved me otherwise when he was

the only person who seemed to want me to socially rise again after I met myself in a deep hole. He's a dude who

always gave me nice clothes, books, and I'm grateful for him. I really am. Not to mention how he treats my father

like he's a kid of his own. And for my other uncles, Dannil, Gustav and my grandma Mary, they've showed me what

true love and companionship was. I'm still learning from them every single day and that's what matters the most

in the end of the day.

Of course you can live your whole live sticking up to yourself and being a loner, but once you've got loving

and caring people around you, it's best to learn how to be a forgiving person yourself rather than excluding

the good opportunities and closing the doors they're opening for you. The concept of a family might not mean

shit to you, but for me, it was the miracle I've got after so many years of struggle.

Oh, and for my grandfater Gilbert, I love you dude. A fucking lot.

now for a personal note regarding my mom's side of the family, I really don't give a shit about the rotten

souls they've got. They're going to eventually learn and it'll be too late for them to know. Haha.