{"id":69483,"date":"2017-04-14T12:03:56","date_gmt":"2017-04-14T10:03:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.erasmusmagazine.nl\/?p=69483\/"},"modified":"2025-12-19T11:22:41","modified_gmt":"2025-12-19T10:22:41","slug":"mcnuggets-with-batman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.erasmusmagazine.nl\/en\/2017\/04\/14\/mcnuggets-with-batman\/","title":{"rendered":"McNuggets with Batman"},"content":{"rendered":"
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There\u2019s a scene in the series Young Justice \u2013 a TV show about young superheroes \u2013 in which Batman and his partners in crime are sitting in the Batmobile, and Batman says, \u201cLet\u2019s get McNuggets.\u201d It seems like the kind of thing you\u2019d say after a long and tiring day with the family, when you just want to sit down and unwind for a second.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve never had a traditionally big family, with lots of cousins and nieces, aunts and uncles that I dread to meet at family gatherings. In fact, family gatherings in our household are small. We are glad that it\u2019s like that because one family member\u2019s voice has the magnitude of about ten if enough alcohol is consumed. \u201cLet\u2019s get McNuggets\u201d was never said after we\u2019d done something fun together. We wouldn\u2019t extend time spent with family as a cohesive unit. In a lot of ways, it felt different from families that I would see around.<\/p>\n

An outcast<\/h3>

Being a kid that consumed copious amounts of pop culture, I was always drawn to found families. I loved the idea of finding a family without blood playing any part. People would fall into the strangest situations, and together they\u2019d find a way out. They would look at each other and think, \u201cHell, we only have each other. Let\u2019s make the best of it.\u201d That\u2019s how it went in my head, anyway. Their version of getting McNuggets meant not getting killed or imprisoned.<\/p>\n\n\t

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In hindsight, I was just attached to the idea of non-blood relation. I moved between hasty friendships, never settling, looking for my family because I knew they were out there. Little did I know my clinginess was never appreciated. My observant mind noticed things I wasn\u2019t supposed to notice, like people\u2019s tics and habits, things they didn\u2019t want explicitly out in the open. And so here I became an outcast, without friends or family.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a happy end to this story, thankfully. It turned out that my small family was much, much larger than we initially thought. Now we spend summer together drinking wine around the fire. And when it comes to friends, I found those, too. They allow me to talk and show the excitement that I kept inside for a long time. And yeah, on late nights we will go and get McNuggets. That\u2019s a good thing, too.<\/p>\n\n\t

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