There is something about family that is just so fascinating to me. You don’t get to choose the family you are born into, at least not knowingly. You spent your entire childhood with your family, the good, the bad, the ugly. They are always there in one way or another. You get along or you fight like crazy but when it comes down to it, they are still always there. 

My family doesn’t understand me most of the time. There are some members of my extended family that get me, but the majority of the people I’m related to just don’t. Honestly, if I weren’t related to most of them, if I hadn’t spent as much time with them as I have just because I grew up with them in my life, I’d probably wouldn’t hang out with them. If I’d meet them now, I’d be like “nice to meet you but not thank you, I don’t need your drama.” but they are my family and so I spend time with them on the regular, I love them unconditionally because they are my family. I might not understand them, they might not understand me, I might have nothing in common with them except for my history but I’ll still always will be there if they need me. I’d drop everything to help them if they need me to. 

It is so interesting that members of your family can hurt you deeply, and yet, you’d still drop everything to help them out. You can completely disagree with the way they live their lives and yet, you’d still be there and help, accepting them the way they are. 

I think family is one of the most fascinating social constructs because you are pretty much stuck with them. No matter what. It shows you that you can love someone deeply, unconditionally and not understand them at all, knowing full well that they are the type of person you usually avoid, and you’d never be friends with, but you still enjoy spending time with that person, because they are your family. 

This is why family is so important. Why the familial structure means everything. There is nothing more important than family.