Genetically Conspiracy Minded

Late last night I realized that I had talked to all four of my siblings in one day, and not because there was some disaster or news. Strange. We haven't been in the same place since Bubby's wedding, which was in...lemme think back...November 1999.
Wow that was a long time ago.
We are a strange bunch, the five of us.
Four girls, one boy.
Three fathers.
Two kids with criminal records.
One quirky mother in the middle of it all.
And we're all conspiracy minded too; like we all have this sincere belief that someone (or something) is out to get us. Talking to Bubby (who is two years older than me) she is absolutely convinced that carnivals are out to get her in some way, you know, eat her children and whatnot, and we talked about this at length on my drive to work. Then I started getting text messages from E(who is four years younger, lives in Oregon and is an uninspired pastry chef) who seems to have a rather vivid fear of lesbians. He deserves his own flow chart and complementary therapy session. When I got home from work K, the youngest by 8 years, was frantically IMing me from three different screen names, paranoid I might put up an away message, thereby showing my absolute hatred for her, or worse, blocking her from IMing me. This keeps her up at night.
But Bubby is on top of things and was gracious enough to remind me that it was my niece's birthday and to call and say hello. So late last night I called California to talk to Bobo and family (Bobo is 9 years older than me, is about 5'1", 98 lbs soaking wet and has an uncanny resemblance to an Asian woman. Sucked when she worked at China King for a few years in high school) and got to tell my little 2-year old niece happy birthday, before a sprawling, 95-minute convo with my sister til well past 12:30 here. Bobo is someone I will always want on my side in any battle, because that little woman is FIERCE. And she will come after you with teeth and nails and spittle and feet and rough you up good. She has it in good authority that the Republicans are indeed the scum of the earth, heartless bastards whose greed is surpassed only by their overwhelming lack of a soul. I love talking to her, but it does make my stomach lurch to realize all the injustice and evil that lurks. We all want to make a change but don't know how or where to start. Overwhelmed by our own humanity.
Somehow, in all that negativity that causes us to almost seek out the bad in the situations around us, we still manage to love each other dearly, and trust each other. Odd.