Sometimes I think I’d like a close friend to come with me when I visit my family, to witness the madness and assure me I didn’t inherit alllllll the Crazy. (Or at least that I didn’t inherit the accent.) I like to think the friendships I’ve chosen have balanced out the bag of mixed nuts that is my DNA, as well as muddled my accent a bit so it’s not as noticeable.
But more often I’m scared shitless they’ll just say, “Oh, this explains SO much! No wonder you’re so tightly wound and sound like Jersey Shore!”
