During a family visit, I was sitting out by the pool with my sister-in-law and youngest niece. I was talking about something that I thought was totally normal conversation. When I had finished my story, my niece says, “and speaking of crazy”, and starts talking about one of her friends grandmothers who did something that they thought was weird and crazy. I laughed and asked her why she thought my story was crazy. She shrugged her shoulders and said, “it just is”.
I was shocked because I make it a point to edit out anything that could be even slightly construed as different, and always keep my topics of conversation fairly bland so as not to raise any eyebrows.
And there it is – even with trying to be boringly mainstream and normal, it’s undeniable. There’s just no hiding the fact that I am your crazy aunt.