You Smell Bad. Yeah? Well, You Were Born First, So You Smelled Bad First!

So I did say that I would talk about sibling rivalries. And we are back to my extensive use of the word 'so' again. :) Life is average.

Ah, siblings. They love you one minute, hate you the next. Literally. For all of you only children, let me break it down for you.

Many of you (whoever you are; I really need to find the hit counter on this thing) know that I have a younger brother and sister. Who are close in age. Who fight, a lot.

An example: One day, they are playing nicely together. Pirates, or something (we have bunkbeds...they do. I used to. Anyway, we hang sheets from the top bunk, making it below deck, and the top bunk is above deck...back to the story) and I walk in and they say "We're best friends today." Until he want to be captin, but she wants to be. So someone comes storming out, mom asks whats wrong and it's "I hate him/her!"

Or, when one of them gets one thing, so does the other one. Or if one accomplishes something, you have to make a big deal of both of them, or the other one will go and sulk and you'll hear about it all day.

As the oldest, I can say that I was never really like that. I was three when my brother was born, and up until he was about seven, he did everything I said anyway. I mean anything. Don't tell him I said this, but I have pictures of him dressed up in a tu-tu.

I was five when my sister was born. She did everything I said until she was...well, last year. And now that they have stopped listening to me, I am old enough to not care about who got more ice-cream, or fight over the last Oreo (See previous post). So I'm all good.

So, (<-- there it is again!!) in conclussion, brothers and sisters fight. A lot. And they pick on each other shamelessly. And beat the crap out of each other most days, too. But when it comes to someone else picking on their brother/sister, or beating them up, you know who stands up for them? Their siblings. It's a case of "I'M the only one who's allowed to call you an idiot!" Or "You may be a moron, but you're MY moron."

We fight, we make up. We scream and call names and hand out bruises. But when it comes down to hating? For real, not just what we shout from the other end of the hallway? No way. I punch you because I LOVE you, you imbecile.

End of Story.

Love,
J