My family isn’t crazy. Well, it is but not in the same way some families are.
One of my high school friends came from a real crazy family. Her house was just plain nuts.
Everyone talked at the same time in a very loud voice. No one listened to anyone and everyone laughed a lot. Or maybe they yelled a lot. It was hard to tell the difference at the high decibel level.
At my house a high decibel level meant I was in trouble. At her house it would mean her mother loved her; she was in big trouble; or anything in between.
They were close and protective. If anyone was threatened or hurt, everyone was there to “fix it.” It was something like My Greek Wedding meets The Godfather although they were neither Greek nor Italian.
Everyone wore everyone else’s clothes even if it didn’t fit. They borrowed stuff all the time and occasionally broke it. That was always good for a rousing discussion or a long-term feud but you never knew which.
All music was played loudly along with the TV… at the same time everyone was talking….loudly.
I would end up with a headache if I spent too much time there.
Holiday dinners were fun for a while. There was a lot of good food and the stories were funny. That is until the old uncle got overly drunk and obnoxious and everyone started swinging. That’s when it was time to say, “Gotta go!” I’m not much for brawls.
I remember visiting my friend’s aunt and uncle on a Sunday afternoon. We were driving by their house and my friend knew they would be hurt if she didn’t stop to say hi.
We were there for about two hours. In that course of time, they put out more food than the Sixth Fleet could eat. They also gave us beer. I am not a big drinker but I am known to quaff one or two.
At one point there were three unopened beer cans in front of me (way over my quota) because (they said) I wasn’t keeping up. I told them to keep them in the refrigerator so they stayed cold but I may as well have been talking to the wall. The cans were sitting there unopened when I left.
Both of them were heavy smokers with that loud raspy voice that makes everything sound funnier. They were outspoken about their opinions and were quick to regale us with stories of the local legion posts and various bars and of course, bingo.
They did like their bingo. They take it seriously and you better not fool with it.
I always enjoyed their families but was glad to come home to my peaceful group.
Is your family crazy? Loud? Peaceful? Distant? Non-existent? Did you have friends that were….ummm….different?