It occurred to me today how strange Roby’s likely to be. She’s going to spend the better part of her first two decades hanging out with me and Abby, if we’re lucky. We’re pretty strange folks, and we live in a pretty strange place. How interesting is it that there’s this person who is going to have spent so much of her time hanging out with us. Then it occurred to me that that was me, and my siblings, and Abby. How strange that we spent so much time with our parents, just two odd people. 

There’s a person out there being raised by Ben and Flea, Kelly and Joe, soon there’ll be someone spending every single day hanging out with Jack and Elena, and hopefully Caleigh and Richie, Mia and Ryan. 

These are all people I love, and they’re all a buncha freaky goobers. It’s awesome. 

Did this thought occur to contemporaries of my parents and of Abbys? Is this the strange, strange reality of every person on earth?

Yeah, probably. 
We’re all weirdos.