Meeting the family

 A couple of days ago, something funny happened. I met the parents of my friend. To the outside world, it may seem that we are in a relationship and yes, we are immensly in love with eachother and she is indeed a women that gives me serenity in a world where serenity is hard to come by. And yes, we share amazing kisses and will have something more later in the future. But all of this does not make her my 'girlfriend' in the sense that I will marry her and we will raise our kids together. We are just having a beautiful time and we will see where it will lead. It may happen that we end up having all these things but for now, I am way too individual for all of that. We let the future write itself, and we don't have any pressure that we want to share with the other. But the parents don't know this ofcourse. They see their eldest daughter, falling in love with a hippy and they might see all of their hopes and dreams of what their daughter would become, and what they will share with her, shatter and crash into the endless void of the universe. The sense of nature comes knocking on their door and it is asking them to adjust all of their beliefs. I feel really bad for doing this to people, especially when they are very nice and they were very nice! But in the end, all they want is for their daughter to be happy. And maybe I have to digest that I can be a part of normal society without needing to refrain. because there is no 'normal'anyway. We had a lovely time and the world didn't end, so i guess it went alright. I just have to trust that the ego that I am carrying is greatly placed inside of me and everything that it does is ordinary. That is my mission for the next 10 years. I have placed my ego in special locations for the last 10 years ofcourse, and it got a little proud of itself. so much so that it became entitled. So, now it is time that it turns itself down a notch. It may relax in the ocean of love. No more gestures that celebrates my individuality, just because I can. No, It is time to meet the family. And this is really hard. I have to realize that I am not a stranger who kidnaps their daughter and brings her to a different universe. I would have to realize that I am relatable. That I am not special. I just have an expressive and dramatic soul who needs to believe in his fairytale stories in order to deal with reality. This makes me extragvagant but not another species. The time has come to digest the thruth. I am nothing more than a man who likes to believe in his own delusions. And whoever wants to get closer to me, has to accept that they will have to take the delusions for granted, but the funny thing is, that you could be persuaded to see that you also live in your own delusions. And serenity can come when we accept eachothers delusions.