Long Lost Relatives

Have you ever just had to stop and take a step back from your life and just shake your head.

Seriously.

For how often I ignore any type of extracurricular activitys, besides school, you would think that my life would be nothing but a field of monotonous dribble. But, hot damn if things don't go down every once in a while worthy of a nice episode of Maury.

Like having a biological brother contact you during the run of a show, having a break down, then some time later just kind of forget he was there.

He found me. He spoke to me. Even though it was been months, nearly a year, since first contact I just don't even know how to deal with this fact.

There is a human out in the world, who I didn't know, who shares a mother with me.

With that information you'd think that it might be a big deal. But should it? Really? Just because we share a mother it's not like I ever met her. We grew up in different states, and apprently have lived pretty darn happy lives without each other so far. Why does that have to start changing now? I never liked the saying blood is thicker than water, because it's not true. Blood doesn't mean anything to anybody, love is the connector.

Do I love him? I mean the obvious answer is no. I mean for a period of time I literally forgot he was really there. Yet, when I found out the news there was an undisputable feeling of something. I can't, no matter how nice it would be, go back to pretending he isn't there. Well... I could, but I guess I don't think I should.

My parents have been nothing but supportive, telling me they will agree with whatever choice I make. I guess my choice is not making a choice. It seems like an easy thing to just agree to talk to him and see where it leads, but the ease is a big fat lie.

I have not seen enough episodes of tv of long lost relatives to adequately know what to do.

I have a brother, dang.

And out in the world, according to my adotion papers, there are like 7 more.