February 10, 2001
Chocolate is Nice, but Family is Better
by stacy <firstname.lastname@example.org>
My brother is nuts. I've known this for a long time, of course, and so has everyone else he's related to. But lately, he's wanted more. He felt the entire world should know the extent of his nuttiness and understand his need for self-expression. He paints himself red and goes to college basketball games. The TV loves him. The other students love him. The old people think he's crazy, but endearing. "Oh look, Agnes, at that boy down there in the red t-shirt." Gotta tell you, Grandpa, that ain't no t-shirt.
This is my darling brother in action. I think most people are surprised he has such a normal-looking girlfriend. I'm rather surprised he has a girlfriend at all, but then, I know him better than most people do. If I were anyone else I'd probably be surprised he has such a normal, gorgeous sister, but that's another PFFT!
I'm actually proud of him. OK, he's nuts, but that's not so bad. It's not like he's completely insane. And his little ploy for attention worked, and it's harmless. Except for he'll be covered in paint for a week after each game where he does this, but that's his problem. I don't have to be seen in public with him anyway. I do have an odd family, I admit. My father derives some sort of pleasure from feeding cattle, and my mother enjoys pulling weeds out of the dirt. Neither of these things are in my "Top 10 things to do on a sunny Saturday," but to each his own. And PFFT! to those people who don't understand or appreciate the crazy pleasures of other people's lives. If it doesn't hurt you, try to enjoy it.
Lest anyone misunderstand, I love my family, no matter how weird they are. I know they think the same thing of me, after all I'm the one typing away on a webpage. My parents can't even figure out email. But that's not so bad in the great scheme of things. And my mother makes really good chocolate desserts. Who would ever argue with the greatness of that?
Published: February 10, 2001