Has this ever happened to you? You wake up, open your email, read what is in your inbox, and then you say to yourself “holy shit my life is ruined.” Yeah, I think we have all been there.
I love my brother. He is a fascinating human. But he has a problem. It is called “reckless 3 am emails.” They don’t happen that often. Maybe once every few years. But let me tell you, they sure do happen.
You see, my brother is a smart man. He has a lot of ideas, and they buzz around his mind like hummingbirds. They feed off the nectar of his thoughts, get fattened up with neurons, energized by synapsis, and then have to burst through his skull to penetrate the world.
Because he has a very active mind, my brother can also be pretty OCD about things. He has an idea, and that idea can fester in his psyche as it rolls around his skull cavity like a hot pig. You add 12 cups of coffee a day to this personality type, and eventually a late night diarrhea of consciousness gets ejected into the universe that may or may not make you vomit on your keyboard when you read it.
My Brother: Hey. Baby sister. Mom said I made you cry? What’s the matter?
Toni: Laszlo, how could you send that email without talking to me first?
My Brother: Well, I wasn’t really being serious.
Toni: But it read like you were?
My Brother: You see Toni. I had just drunk my 11th cup of coffee for the day, and I am beginning to think maybe I should cut back on the Soma. Because to me, my email was pretty genius.
So we read said email together, and my brother saw how his words could have maybe been misinterpreted. So we came up with this conclusion. No more late night soma-induced emails, and since my brother ruined my morning with tears, it was okay for me to blog about it
