With exception to Mom, B, D or H there are members of my family that I can do without. I realize that very shortly I may come to regret my words, especially with the loss of one of my chosen brothers in the recent history. But it comes down to this. I have chosen my friends. They have chosen me. That has to count for something doesn’t it? It is a purely symbiotic relationship. We have a strong bond. Sad to say I have no bond with any of my other “family” members. I tried to keep some form of communication or bond alive over the years. I failed. No emails, phone calls or telegrams.
There is an old paradox about a child and a wife hanging off of a cliff. You can only save one, which will it be? I feel shame in saying that for me it would be a friend first. Is that wrong? I’m not sure. If we break the paradox down into scientific terms then the family members are all a part of chance. Friends are partly chance and partly choice. I would have to side with hubris and my belief that I am in charge of my domain.
Yes, yes I remember that I will soon regret these feelings.