Jen and I were talking about family. Our family, and their general craziness. Sometimes I feel kind of boring. Jen and I don’t get in big dramatic fights, we don’t go stomping around Boston getting drunk and having affairs. Mostly it’s pretty nice over here. Every now and then, the calm freaks me out. This nice life, with my sweet wife and son can be a little hard to take. Because this is not who I am.
I was always the fucked up girl who was passed out in the corner. And there is a part of me that finds this new set up disturbing. I will always have the temptation to fuck it all up.
But tonight, we were talking about other people. People we love and people we are related to. We were marveling at their truly messed up behavior.
Jen: Once again, we aren’t insane.
Me: I don’t know if I’d go that far.
Jen: At least we grasp the insanity.
Me: Well, that’s something. Isn’t it?