So strange and so…usual

You hear when your parents “wash” someone’s bones. They tell you things that you are not interested in (and don’t need to?) know, they dump their opinions and their perceptions of other people on your head. In general, you don’t care what they are talking about and about whom, because you have always had your own head on your shoulders and you have long stopped perceiving your parents’ point of view as something important. Simply because they have proven a hundred or five hundred times that their point of view is worthless. If you want to do something right – ask them how you should do it, and do the opposite.

One adult told another adult about how other people’s children came to her place to eat. Should we even talk about such things? I think not. Because you either do good deeds “for yourself” or you do… not good deeds if you want to be “good” to someone.

There was an incident in my childhood. When I was at my neighbour’s, and they decided to feed me. I ate. Somehow later my mother found out about it. And she grumbled something like “you shouldn’t eat from these people, because they themselves are not rich.” Since then what? That’s right. In 9 cases out of 10 I refuse to eat from people. Because this incident is etched in my memory to this day, although it was 25+ years ago. Because I’m ashamed to eat from someone without bringing something to the people. Because I think it’s a burden to them. And in general.

As a child, I was often beaten with a belt, or a hose to drain water from a washing machine. For what? Um. Sometimes for bad grades. Sometimes I don’t even know, because I still don’t understand why you can beat your child like that. Okay, there was a case when for a while I secretly stole money from my parents. Then they banned me from walking on the street – and I became a “homebody”, less social. I stopped communicating with other children. Then it would be clearer why I was beaten, but that’s not what I was beaten for. However, these two examples made me who I am. And since then, the main thing I wanted was not to be like my parents. First of all, my mother, because she was the one who beat me. And, among other things, these two examples are the reason why I don’t want to know this person’s point of view regarding other people – because I have my own point of view on everyone.

For me, I consider these people a second family. In some places, even my first. Because the good attitude of these people towards me was not “because of something”. And I remember very well all the good that someone did to me. And I never forget the bad that someone else did.

On this day, I would like to wish all children not to be like their parents. Not to absorb their worst qualities. Absorb the best ones – if they are not there – it is better not to absorb anything. It has always been believed that we should be grateful to our parents for giving birth to us. But children are born to show them a better world. To make a better world for them. Not to be an object for bullying and physical violence. Never. April 20 is hitler’s birthday. April 27 is the birthday of the person I mentioned here. I love, appreciate, but certain things cannot be erased from memory. And it is sad that today’s “washing of bones” has become this post. But I will defend the people who are dear to me with foam at the mouth. Even if silently.