Saturday, June 13, 2009

The fact that I am an uncle now makes me better than you

During the last ten days, I have often found myself in the dangerous position of having a captive audience.

It took me all of twenty minutes to realize that talking about my trip (which cost me four months, ten pounds and my life-savings and which was probably the most significant achievement of my life to date) makes me come off as self-righteous and pretentious. Which I am.

On the other hand, talking about my sister's new baby (which cost me absolutely nothing and would have been born whether or not I even existed) makes me come off as happily mature and endearing. Which I'm not.

She is cute though. When she was born she had that squishy, red, newborn-baby look but in the last few months she's really grown into an adorable little human. However, I can't hold her for more than five minutes without having to change my shirt afterward because she manages to drool more than seems possible.

See what I mean?

And that's just the tip of the iceberg. I've got hours of niece-related material that can paint me as anything from fun and loyal to thoughtful and forward thinking.

I can honestly say that becoming an uncle was the best decision I had nothing to do with.

Join me next Saturday for "It's not easy being Oprah."

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This is me taking a photo of my roommate Will.

This is me taking a photo of my roommate Will.
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