What do I desire to do? Well, that is the tricky part, isn't it? Sometimes it's really hard to get any intuition on these things because your desires conflict with one another; in this eventuality you are usually left scratching your head when considering which of the available roads to walk down.
In this particular case, even the application of logic doesn't bring any fresh perspective to the problem: If I choose to continue associating with people, then I'm going to have to accept the unavoidable frustrations of many such interactions, and the high possibility of personal rejection--at some point along the way--due to wildly conflicting views of reality. If on the other hand I choose to isolate myself and embrace a life of solitude, then I can avoid such unpleasant situations only through the acceptance of sporadic feelings of loneliness, isolation, and--once again--frustration. So, either way, there is a price to be paid. The lesser of the two evils is the one that I feel that I can most comfortably live with; right now I'm leaning towards the latter option as being a better fit, given my own history and personality. If, at some point down the road, I meet someone (during the natural course of events) that I resonate with and with whom I feel completely comfortable being myself around, then great. If not, then it simply wasn't meant to be; at least, not this time around. Everyone has their own life path to follow, and all are quite unique.
As for my family hammering away at me, yes--this is very true. It has been so all of my life, and I don't think that this will change any time soon, if ever. As typical English village folk who rarely think any further than their own doorstep, they have obviously taken a very dim view of many of my life choices. All of the ideals and aspirations that they value so highly--their limited world view, and their short-sighted morality--I have rejected as being quite inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.
Growing up with my sister, I was not only the oldest child but also recognized as the most intelligent by a reasonably significant margin. Naturally, expectations for me were pretty high. And although my father had always wanted a strong-armed, square-jawed, skirt-chasing, beer-drinking, football-playing son that would have placed a very high value on such materialistic pursuits, that isn't what he got. What he got was a geek; at least from his perspective. So he begrudgingly shifted his objectives for me around a little bit, and simply hoped that I would use my intelligence to gain a degree and pursue a high-paying career that would give me enough social "status" (read: wealth) that he could be proud of me.
Well ... I never got a degree.
My sister on the other hand is living a perfectly "normal" life: house, car, job, kid, spouse--the complete package. It is hard to believe that we are both the siblings of the same two parents. Naturally they don't worry about my sister; her life is all sorted out after all. But they worry about me, and at their age (and mine) they are pretty damned pissed off about it, thank you very much. They feel I've wasted my talents living a reckless, irresponsible life. From their point of view, I can almost understand why they would feel this way. And although I wish that just for one moment they could see things from my perspective, I know that the chances of that are slim to none.
But it is easy to ask, What if? What if I had denied my intuition, and not taken so many risks; played it safe, and lived a more conventional lifestyle? What if I had the house, car, job, kid, and spouse? Sure, my family would all be a lot happier--but would I? I think about this, on and off. Admittedly, there does remain some degree of attraction to such a lifestyle, most of which revolves around the short term satisfaction of applying quick-fix bandages to lingering personal insecurities; but I always reach a point where I feel very trapped, even to the point of being suffocated. And so I think, Is it just me that feels this way?
But then I remember that most humans will gladly trade their freedom (of living and being) for even the glimmer of perceived future security; we've seen it happen very visibly in response to recent world events. And so I wonder if perhaps a significant proportion of those people, who follow the more traditional lifestyle route, do so only because of the presence of deep-seated insecurities when facing the limitless possibility of experiences that they could be creating, but which are simply not part of the culturally programmed and accepted "norms" that we have all been subjected to for so long. The real question is this: Are people actually afraid to be truly free? Personally, I think so, and the unhappiness that results from this choice (or perceived lack of choice) is what leads so many into the welcoming arms of the addictions that I mentioned in an earlier post.
When I look at it this way, I get the flicker of a very bizarre realization. It occurs to me that the unhappiness that my family (and aforementioned friend) feels when looking at my life is merely the reflection of the unhappiness that they feel when looking at their own. Perhaps, in some small way, I am a physical representation of the many "abnormal" experiences that they may well have wanted to create, but for which they simply lacked the courage. This may also explain the occasional note of envy I've detected as a motivational undercurrent in some of the things that they have said to me, both recently and in the past. Perhaps then, the very thing that I have desired to do--affect a positive change and/or realization in the lives of those people around me--is actually taken care of automatically, without need of any direct conscious input on my own part, in the process of remaining true to myself. Perhaps that is the ultimate irony in all of this. As Kathy said: "When we follow our desires at the soul level we give permission for others to do the same."
Whether they ever take any action as a result of this is their own choice, and none of my business. Either way, I feel pretty good about it.
P.S. Kathy, I got both your hugs. Back atcha ;-)
"Fear is the great barrier to human growth. Unknowns create fears. When these Unknowns become Knowns the fears diminish and disappear, and we are able to cope with whatever confronts us." - Robert A. Monroe