Yeah pretty much. I've learned in my nearly fifty years on this planet, growing up as the only Jesus loving conservative type person in a family of lefty wackanoodles, that you can only get just-so-far with some people. We have the same blood. We are NOT THE SAME. I like truth and reality, they like fantasy. I like earning my way, they like wishing for a winning lottery ticket that they never even payed for. I like raising morally upstanding children and now grandchildren, they like playing in the land of make pretend and throwing away anything they like-just-can't-even. I like learning from my mistakes, they like pointing fingers, crying, and consoling themselves with hair dye and pizza hut. So, oh fucking well with some people, and sometimes they're people you love. I just pray for them every day, hope the Lord can get in their weird mossy glitter-covered hearts. At the end of the day, it really is just Jesus taking the wheel.