My Family and other Vegetables

I have really weird family.  Not weird as in skinning children or buggering wasps, but just odd.  We have an odd familial harmony which can only really be acheived by not discussing almost anything of any actual importance, or for that matter, anything at all. 

We dont really talk, which is odd because we all appear to rather like each other. Ive always assumed that the non communicative family, would be that way because they actively disliked each other. 

So I met up with my brother and sister in law yesterday, which was lovely.  They are both terribly nice people, both witty and intelligent and good company (I sometimes feel sorry for Liam because I'm a foul mouthed fuckwitt and often say fucking stupid nasty things in polite company, love me; love my potty mouth), they are about to adopt a couple of kids so we had a chin wag about that and it was all very informative.  Later on though I discovered that my brother had an operation on his knee in January, which i didn't know about, infact, earlier on that day I discovered that they were moving house and i didnt know about that either.  This doesnt make me feel bad, after all, it doesn't really make any difference where the guys live as long as they are well.  And as for the knee, well its his knee and there is every possibility that i did it to him when we were little anyway.

Now i would think this is normal if it wasnt for Niamh.  Her family hardly do anything without discussing it with each other first, its unusual for her to go a day without speaking to Mum, Dad or a Sister.  They are all each others best friends, which i would normally think makes them weird, BUT they are not alone it seems.  Nicks family are all terribly into each other, my Sisters family group are all very close, my mate Bart's family actively seek each others company out and have dinner together (even though they sometimes appear to want to slap each other).

So then sometimes I try to work out what our problem is, because for all my feeling slightly left out, i'm the worst culprit.  I had an MRI scan and i haven't mentioned it to my parents and my brother only knows because we both like Twitter, there are whole relationships that my Father doesn't even know about, whole episodes in my life that no-one in my family knows about, and by episodes i mean periods of years.  Im always really careful about what i say to my family and what information i give out, and i genuinely have no idea why.

Turns out its not my family, its me.  Bummer.