… Brother

… Brother

One of my brothers got divorced last year. His ex was a friend of mine before they met, so the last few years have involved a high level of discomfort, trying to not lose a friend but also to not betray my family obligations. 

SO: their divorce was finalised in October 2015; she’s engaged, and we’ve met him (he came with her and the girls, to a family event), and he’s lovely. It was awkward, but less so than I’d expected. 

Meanwhile, my brother has met his soulmate online (in a FB forum for followers of Reformed theology), and is working towards a permanent move to hick-infested backwoods USA to be with her. He’s been over 2x (for a week, each time) to spend time with her in person, and came back even more convinced that She Is The One. 

Between the move, the reinforcement of his ultra-conservative religious beliefs and the fact that he’s started reposting articles from The Blaze, I’m concerned that he’s buying into the far right’s political extremism echo chamber. 

Time will tell, I suppose. 


… Perusal of Diaries

I’ve been going back through my diaries, starting age 11. Weeping for that poor child who was already lost, and angry, and under pressure to lose weight, and confused about cultural identity, and socially awkward.  

To that child, I want to say:


None of these fellow students’ opinions mean anything, and you’ll never see them again anyway. 

You’ll learn down the road that your understanding of what it is to “be Australian” is flawed: you either are or you aren’t, and nobody else’s definition has to apply. 

You’ll be ecstatic when you learn of the worldwide TCK networks: these are your people. 

Please: be happy in the moment. Stop analysing. Stop wailing about the inherent unfairness of life and learn how to work with it. 

Learn to eat within reason. Tell someone how unhappy you are. You’re screaming at innocent parties when you could be using that energy to fight for your future. 

Learn how to deal with unrequited “love”, so that when you’re 35 you’re not still trailing after uninterested males trying to get their attention.