Similar to most young adults, I have found myself infuriated with my parents in recent days. Perhaps its their divorce after 30 years. Or their insistence on selling the home I grew up in as if it had no value. Or it could be the lingering sensation that I am relationally destined to fail. Moreover, it could be this invisible and inescapable genealogical bond that I have with people I who I cant change. The thing that I find most infuriating about them is that they remind me of myself. In them I see a magnified version of all of my frailties, vulnerabilities, childishness, neediness and stubbornness. I can’t help but wonder if I (and we) am helplessly staggering towards exemplifying their traits. Or if its possible to purge ones self of it all. Can you refuse to allow their behaviors and your instinct to manifest? When it comes from the individuals who taught you how to be human?
I would like to think so…………But the jury is still out.
