I am a totally ridiculous Euromix. For me, that's enough explanation.
For my relatives? It isn't. Now, I won't pretend it isn't a... uh... unusual cluster of people, such that if I listed out what I know of them to someone who knows me (and the way I live, what I do, etc.), they would both laugh and then nod solemnly with a 'that explains it'.
But it gets ridiculous. "I'm half Italian!" "No, you're a quarter Sicilian and a quarter Italian and the Italian quarter was original Spanish high nobility that fled the Inquisition due to a curiously high number of Jewish names appearing in the history for a bunch of supposed Catholics blah blah blah blah blah... " This is about where I am curious, sure, but know there is a level of ridiculousness going on that is intellectually interesting, but I'm certainly never going to be the baroness (spoiler alert: my great uncle was, and he lived in the neighboring mid-middle class subdivision and was as broke as we are, he was just 'that guy who really, really loves that accordion' to us), and my 2 rooms of the family palazzo <cough wheeze choke snerk mutley-snicker> (read: hot mess with no hot water, a ruin of a top floor, and a lower floor that was sold off for a condo before I was ever born) got sold off a few years ago because we didn't want to fix the desperately shitty collapsed roof or keep paying a full share of the $$$$ taxes on a property where other relatives live 24/7/365 and we have no access to.
And you'd think the stupid was condensed there, but no. My mother's side? We know... 3/4. 1/4 was simply deleted from the otherwise painstakingly curated family history my grandmother spent decades researching and compiling for, in her words, 'being filthy Hungarian gypsies'. One whole half of my grandfather's family was simply not allowed to be known; my mother even only met any of them once, in secret, when my grandfather smuggled her over to meet some cousins one holiday season. I don't even know what group/line it is; we just know that a great aunt doing research recently found more info and 'the oldest record of them is from the 17th century' and some reference to Transylvania. (My mother had to pass this along, insisting 'this is why you LARPed, I'm sure of it' and I winced so fucking hard I blame it for my first wrinkles.) And this bothers me -- not just because of my mother's... uh, yeah, she has the sensitivity of a thrown brick -- but because there's a whole branch of the family I will never know or even ever really know about, because my grandmother was such a bigot. You'd think my grandfather only had one parent, and was budded rather than born or something.
Pretty sure all of my grancestors have at some point been at war with literally all of my other grancestors. It is all supremely absurd, but boy howdy does it explain a lot re: internal conflict, I guess.