Called my little brother twice today and so disheartening to know that he’s leaving for 3 months in the Marines Reserve Corp going as a Private First Class, and he’ll be stationed in California, but since he’s in the Reserves, he won’t go from one base to another and I’ll see him again a changed man. A man that had my back for so long and despite our fights; I love him like crazy and even through the heartache, we stayed together despite mom’s tyrannical reign at times. I’ll miss that little twerp so bad but I’ll see him again as most things have meetings, partings, and reunions, and that’s how things are in life with people, things, and even animals. You see in the long run that you’ll meet again somewhere especially with people you love and care about. It’s just partings that always hold the most baggage in life and harder to let go and it’s this time with the tide and attitude of the United States towards other countries is very grim and despairingly in bad condition. But I believe with my heart that things will be alright in the end and that no war will happen even with the terrible things happening around me and others and in different cities in the US. But things will get better; I believe it with my heart, my whole heart.
I guess on the subject of my mother (more on that later) and the fact that everyone has a different persona to present to the world and in this case the term, “Persona” was coined by Carl Jung in a way to explain the different faces that people use in the face of social interaction and thus they are “mask” which is the word it comes from, but in the end, we don’t treat each other the same and it seems we are two faced when in fact it doesn’t exist in the real world. If someone says that they treat everyone the same; they are lying because it isn’t possible because they have insecurities and fears that’s the shadows that people have and no one can in this structured society, treat each other the same.
In Jung’s own words:
The persona is a complicated system of relations between individual consciousness and society, fittingly enough a kind of mask, designed on the one hand to make a definite impression upon others, and, on the other, to conceal the true nature of the individual.
But what I am getting at this is the fact that my cousin thinks and still does that my mother is great just by being outside of the view of the truth and blaming me for being two faced. I’m not. There’s no such thing as being two faced thanks to psychology and something my own therapist mentioned about it, that it is not wrong at all but normal. Still, I got into a heated argument with her and it ended not so pleasant but don’t worry, I apologized even if she won’t. In the end, just because you see one side doesn’t mean it is all of it and that’s what my cousin needs to realize and accept.