Growing up, it was never easy for me to ask for help. With mum and dad always at work, I kinda had to deal with my own issues from the very beginning. The past couple of years though, I have come to realize the importance of having a strong support system in one's life. So slowly but sure, I am learning to reach out to others for support and help when things aren't going well.
With that tought in mind, I have phoned and talked to many people about the issue that is present for me. One conversation that stood out more than others was one with my brother. We don't usually talk about anything much but last night we talked some. I told him what was going on for me. While he mostly understood what I had to say, the conversation once again showed the glaring contrast between my brother and I. Nonetheless it felt good having vent, but it's just amazing how 2 people brought up in the same household could be so different?
I'm not saying that one is better than the other, but we're just really different. While I may understand his wants and needs in life, I do not feel that he understands mine. For one, he could not seem to accept the fact that having a car, a house and 2.5 children is not of foremost importance for me right now. Is that so hard to believe?
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