Girl Anachronicles

I am fully aware that my whole family can eventually reach this blog and read whatever I have to say regarding them, regarding my life, regarding … whatever. I am not and will not be apologetic about what I write in here, even though it may wound sensitivities. If I choose to write what I feel, I will do my best to keep it honest.

Regarding my last post, it apparently drew my uncle’s attention (and I’m pretty certain of HOW he got here, since he had never contacted me before and had no easy access to my contacts and websites). I understand that he, as well as my mother and her sisters, will each have a very unique way of seeing things, of appreciating situations, of living their lives. I respect that, and I try my best to keep to myself and not  intrude in their lives. However, as all human beings, I will have my own opinions about that, and if it is totally relevant, I may even share them here. I do not intend to question their reasons for doing (or failing to do): I just observe, and as an observer of life, I post here, in my own very personal, albeit very public, space.

I just want to make it clear that all comments I make here are solely my own, conclusions to which I have arrived by observation (even more than by listening to third parties, I too can see what’s happening around me and come to my own conclusions at 30 years old). And there will be certain comments that may be hurtful, specially when it comes to a certain grandmother, and oh PLEASE! Do not come demanding respect for her: if you feel she deserves YOUR respect, by all means, she is your mother. If I refer to her despectively, hasn’t it occurred to you that I may have my own, very personal reasons?

So let’s leave it in the clear: I am not a parrot. I am not spewing out a re-chewed version of something told to me. The opinions and comments in this blog are purely mine, and as such, just as valid as anyone else’s. I do not appreciate anyone coming into my blog to tell me that the opinions forged about my family during the last 30 years of life are wrong. I, too, am entitled to a personal view of this family. If it disagrees with others’ views, well, then … we’ll have to agree to disagree. Everyone in my close family knows how I feel, and respect it, even if they do not share it. I never expected someone so truly detached from my life to come lecturing me about “how things were”. I was also there. I also watched. From this side, it looks totally different: doesn’t make it less true.

BTW: I will not publish my uncle’s comments, just so he knows. Since those are his own personal issues, I do not feel in the liberty of disclosing them here. I may disagree with my family, but I do respect their privacy.