My youngest
brother is unfortunately a little too philosophical and too deep for the rest
of my family to understand. It is probably why we get along so well and
probably why the rest of the family uses me as his translator.One day at the dinner table, my youngest brother starts talking, while everyone remains confused except for me. They look at me and my mom asks, "What did he just say?"
Me: "He's going through an existential crisis."
Dad to Phil: "You should go meditate."
Phil: "This family is so strange."
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