Last night, I posted a picture from my high school graduation. One of my internet (imaginary) friends, Mindee, noticed that my baby sister, Jamey, looked a little upset after the ceremonies.
(Does anyone else feel like they people they “meet” over the internet are fake? I mean, someone’s blog could be one big scam. Who’s to say that Mindee isn’t a fifty-five year old, balding man who dreams he was a women? Wait, I think I’m being irrational.)
(By the way, I really don’t think Mindee is a man. She’s a women, for the realz.)
Anyway, back to the story. This blog post did have some kind of point, I promise.
At my high school graduation, Jamey was quite down trodden. The year before, I had attended a boarding school for geeks in the big city. See, I thought I wanted to be a doctor or something. Of course, I soon realized that math and science aren’t really my thing.
My school was over three hundred miles away from my tiny home town. I was only home three days a month and pretty much never got to see my family. While some would absolutely love that, I didn’t. Jamey and I are extremely close. We both hated being apart. When I decided to finish high school back at home, Jamey was ecstatic.
And then I graduated. Jamey realized that her entire world was going to change once again and she was not happy. Not happy at all. The following pictures capture perfectly the dynamics of a large family:
Sometimes a picture (or a series of pictures) are worth more than a thousands words.