I have been thinking the past couple of days instead of writing. There are a few reasons for this. Mostly I wasn’t sure what exactly to write about and I didn’t want it to be frivolous fluff, though that is fun occasionally. I am re-reading The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy. Yes, there was a movie made about it about ten years or so ago.
It has had me thinking about being southern, being damaged, and of the damage we do to others…both consciously and unconsciously.
Why must we hurt each other? Is it a foregone conclusion in life? Can we change this destructive pattern? If so, why don’t we? Why didn’t our parents change the way they treated us…is it because that’s the way their parents did, and if it was good enough for their parents, then it was good enough for them? Why is it my generation seems to have such high achievers and the current (Gen Y) seems to have so many slackers?
I remember being MADE to eat foods I didn’t like or want to eat. But, I am not a picky eater now (not really anyway). My husband wasn’t forced to eat anything he didn’t like; now the only veggie he’ll eat is corn. Why is that? Am I just weird because I like most foods and will try pretty much anything new?
I made sweetened iced tea this morning. It’s the first time I’ve made tea since I’ve been here. It doesn’t taste quite the same since it is made from Nerada and not Tetley or Luzianne (which I really miss because Luzianne is my fav tea). But it is close. Besides, it’s better for me than soft drinks.
Ok, so once I got started, I didn’t want to delve to deeply into the dysfunctional family stuff – perhaps later.