I’ve just returned from California. I spent several days spent in the company of my family, which is always a fascinating experience. Nothing makes me question reality more.
I’ve tried explaining to my friends that my relations see things differently than the rest of the world, but my point is often lost.
“All families are insane,” they say, nodding sympathetically. And then they’ll tell me about some aunt of theirs with an excessive collection of hat pins and no hats, and laugh at how ridiculous the whole thing is.
Hat pins! How delightfully zany!