You can…but you can’t pick your family.Â
Let me start out by saying I’m a firm believer in shit happening for a reason and us being here to learn from the shit that happens. This doesn’t mean we have no control over what happens though but I can’t figure out if this is how it’s really supposed to be or if I’m doing this to myself.
Anyway, I remember recently at a family dinner my uncle said something to me and I looked at him and didn’t know the appropriate response. Funny, I don’t usually have this problem with writers but it was almost like he was speaking a foreign language. For the record, I occasionally have this problem with other humanoids as well.
Maybe that’s why I enjoyed Dexter so much. If you haven’t checked out Dexter on Showtime it’s a new series about a serial killer that kills killers. I think what struck me most is that he’s an observer who freely acknowledges his difference from other humans, he totally can’t relate and considers sex messy. Yeah, and he kills people–go figure. I could so relate.
So if you could pick your family, who would you pick?Â I think I’d like Bill Clinton for a dad–I mean it’s not like he could ground me when I’m bad LOL