Today was my brother Jym's birthday. Yeah, he really spells it that way. I'm not sure exactly why, but he's done it that way since before I was born, so I'm not questioning. And I usually try to call or write, or ... have I sent a card, ever? Don't know. But I generally TRY to get in touch with him. But this year I'm in a bit of a funk. It's one of those 'withdraw into a hole and pretend no one else exists' funks. This type of funk is especially easy to get away with when one's family lives 300+ miles away, some living farther.
I love my family.
I love that I live 300+ miles from them, or farther.
And please don't give me any lectures about appreciating my relatives or needing to be near them or any of that shit. Mileage makes for good relations, just like fences and neighbors. I prefer the 'drama-free' family.
No, mine isn't quite that. But it's pretty low-grade drama, like a spanish soap-opera. On second thought, no, it's not like that at all. Although I WOULD like to see my brother Tom dress in a bee suit every once in a while.
Compared to other families ours is cake.
And on that note, I'll say Happy Birthday Jym, yesterday, becuase I couldn't even get this posted ON your birthday, jeez.
I guess I AM a bad brother.
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