I come from a family of people who are "quirky". This has its good and bad sides. For one thing we are mostly deep thinkers, we have long philosophical discussions and many of us are very smart. We are artists, writers, creative thinkers, expressive and funny. On the other hand, we are plagued by mental illness. My youngest sibling committed suicide, my oldest sibling is schizophrenic and a ward of the state. My family is pursued by the demons of depression and madness. It makes us interesting in the best and worst sense of the word.