It's interesting that no one can ever look cool around their family. All the posturing you do to impress your friends, all the fun stuff that you did that you want to mention and talk about, and all the music / movies / books / comics / etc. that you know about that is worth mentioning at a party, doesn't matter for shit around people who watched you cry about your first girlfriend, and remember when you would dance and sing along to Fleetwood Mac. It's just one of those rules of nature that, when in the presence of your family, you are about 100 times less cool than you are any other time of the day.
How you deal with that, however, is the true measure of a man.
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