People always call me weird, but I have a good excuse—my childhood with a mental family.

i.e.

Reactions toward the “Is the glass half full or half empty question”:

Mom: OH LOOK, someone was kind enough to give us a glass of milk (doesn’t notice it’s half empty). People are soooooo nice praise God!!!!!

Dad: Hey, look, no one’s drinking this. It was obviously bad, because they left half of it, and that means no one wants this, so I will drink it all (without asking anyone else if they want any). *chug*

Older Sister (Faith): OMG, MUST DILUTE MUST DILUTE!!! *Puts a drop in a cup and fills with water and sips some of it* Aha, a full cup!

Younger Sister (Joyce): WHO DRANK HALF THIS CUP?! IMMA KILL THEM!!!!!!!

Me: *Had poisoned the full glass of milk*

…

*Random person drops dead*

Aha, YOU drank it…

Grandma: This tastes bad. Milk from Taiwan is better.

Grandpa: *Ignores*. He doesn’t drink liquid…sort of surprising how he’s still alive.

And there you have it. It's not my fault I'm insane.