The Crazy Stops Here… Every Fifteen Minutes

Re: The Crazy

I was raised in somewhat strange circumstances, by very well intentioned crazy people. Out of respect for my family’s privacy, I try to limit public viewing of the crazy to the strange and humorous and leave the truly painful somewhat confidential. If you’re asking yourself how bad it was, answer this question:

You are attending a large family gathering. Your emotional reaction to the event:

a. My therapist has asked me not to see my family anymore.

b. I can think of better ways to spend a weekend, but I guess it’s time. ~shrug~

c. Where’s my pacifier?

d. I can’t wait to see everyone and catch up!

e. There’s that familiar, heady mix of pride, shame, hope, doubt, fear, excitement, love, and hate again!

If you picked a or c, you had it worse than I did. If you picked d, either you’re lying or I’m jealous.  If you picked e, then we’re on the same page.

If I don’t know you in real life, I don’t work with you, and you aren’t related to me, you can contact me for the password to the juicy stuff. 😉


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