Helaine and I were talking tonight. We were talking about people. Which people? Doesn’t matter.
“Everybody’s screwed up in some way,” I said, though not actually using the word, “screwed.”
“Oh, absolutely,” Helaine replied.
This is the big adult discovery. We’re all screwed up in some way. No one is always right. No one is perfect. We need to accept that.
All the crazy people aren’t in someone else’s family. They’re in all our families. And people look at us and talk just as we talk about them.
Once you get beyond this, the rest of life is easier.