Why would I do this?

Why in the world would I begin to write a blog? I'm convinced that most people have their own life to live, their own reality, their own insights, and they really don't need those of other people. Whenever someone tells me so-and-so hurt their feelings, I'm always sure they didn't mean to. Most people are too concerned with their own feelings to purposely hurt yours. I have such little patience for narcissists. But, here I am. Only because my big brother asked me to, and anyone knows that when your big brother ask you to do something, you take it as a command, not a request. He wants me to write down the insanity that is my life, maybe in hopes of understanding it better, maybe as an example to his children as to what will happen if they don't do as their mother taught them. Who knows. My brother is a smart man, very smart, and he married his intellectual equal. The next step was to have even more intelligent offspring, and they did. My brother is also a hyper-active, out of control child. He always has been, but being the firstborn to an extremely patient mother, and a boy, well, she just fell head over heels in love. The ADHD diagnosis wouldn't have helped, they didn't medicate enough back then anyway. But he married the right woman. As I said, she's intelligent (there's 4 of them, and they are all creepily smart *shivers*). She is also determined, organized and tidy. I too married a very intelligent man. For some reason that trait has always appealed to me as much as, or maybe even more than, humor. But we are more of an 'opposites attract' case. My brother was put on track and his energy and disruption became productive when mixed with her skills. Their roller coaster life together looks very much like a well engineered, glossy maintained, well...roller coaster. Despite my husbands best efforts, his order cannot overcome my chaos and our roller coaster life resembles more of a "Griswalds drive off a cliff" type thing. So, anyway, every now and again, my brother will remind me of yet another event that made my DH hang his head, close his eyes and shake it slowly, while wishing for a better world, and tell me to write it down and send it to him. I will because he is my big brother and I learned how to have fun tagging along behind him, so, this might be fun.