You Can't Pick Your Family

So being home this week for Christmas has led me to believe that if it weren't for family you would probably only hang out with the kind of people that you generally get along with. This is not to say that I do not get along with my family, because I do, or that I do not like my family because I do like them. However, with friends that make you mad, you can either confront them if they are a good friend and work through the rest, or you can lose them because they aren't worth the trouble in trying to make it work because they are either too involved in their own self interest or the pursuit of something pointless. When it comes to family however, you only have one choice and that is to deal with it because they are not going anywhere. Because there is this sense of security that no matter what they say you can't leave them, some things come out that sometimes need to be said that would otherwise not be said, and other things that should not have been said and were. I just think it is an interesting phenomenon that no matter how awesome your family is, they still manage to drive you nuts, and that no matter how cool you think someone elses parents are they still manage to drive their own children nuts. I think it is just the way life is going to be, but I find it funny how the different perspectives and angles of things shed different light on a particular group of people.
Note: I have no idea where I was going with this post, and I am exhausted so it probably doesn't make any sense, but perhaps I will elaborate on this subject more later.