i was wondering

why people think i'm weird.

then i realised i was in a swimming pool littered with jumping insects the sixe of small mice in the middle of the australian desert, with my brother collecting rocks from the bottom of the pool and making a dam, my father sitting under an exclusively natty umbrella, hat over his face with a utensil similar to a whip in his hand whisking away flies reading the economist, and me sitting in the corner of abovementioned pool in speedos with bright orange, pink, green, yellow and black stripes to rival a licorice allsort.

then i realised.