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  • I don't talk to a lot of people, but there's no reason I'd specifically avoid them. I lucked out, and they're pretty cool people.

    More to the point, my family are the people who shaped who I am in both nature and nurture. If they weren't my family, I would not be me.

  • If I somehow met my sister as like a friend of a friend, we'd get along. As for the rest of my family, I'm just waiting for them to die so I don't have to answer their phone calls anymore.

  • I lucked out and my family are really good and are honestly rather nice people to talk to and be around. But I also really suck at starting conversations, so they'd have to take the lead.

    ... I've recently been trying to make more of an effort to talk to my mum. She won't be there forever, after all.

  • My younger brother: absolutely. He's funny AF and knows a lot of stuff I don't.

    The rest of them: oh hell nah.

  • I'll be honest, every time I feel like I can express my opinions about my family one of them manages to find it. This may be how I learn I have cousins on Lemmy.

    So I'll just mention my parents, who've become more like friends since my physical distance from them has increased over the last 20 years. And they're all (including step-parents) weirdly (considering their siblings, nieces, and nephews) progressive.

  • There are better members of my family, and there are worse. I'd keep relations only with people who deserve it.

  • Half of them, no. They don’t understand me, don’t respect me, and think their opinion is the same as objective fact — and think Google is their credible source for all things. In fact, when the one person dies who is the only reason I speak to that side of the family, I’ll probably just stop, since I’ll no longer feel any obligation to do so.

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