(quote by William Stafford)
It’s a running joke amongst my family members that during some kind of family get-together, whenever something goes down which I will one day recount to a therapist, I’m getting my best material. I think the general consensus is that while they giggle and spill their drinks, and I sit there staring with some look of profound horror/disbelief splashed across my face, I’m “writing.”
This is true.
Only I’m usually far too traumatized to actually write about it.
Recently, I’ve decided that since I am too poor to afford therapy, I will have to write about it. Thus, expect a lot more stories about my family up here. There’s a good draw, I’ll be honest.
“We can’t be as good as we’d want to, so the question then becomes, how do we cope with our own badness?”