Siblings

Day two of starting this blog, my consistency is seriously being tested and trust me, it is not the best.

I have decided to talk about siblings today, because well… do I even have to explain this. Siblings, random souls that God just sat and thoght ‘This lovely soul would go just well with [y/n]’. Well at times those of us with them know how wrong this thinking is. You know, when I was a kid, not even up to three, I wanted a sibling, a younger brother to be exact. A playmate, if only I could have been more patient to wait till I was old enough to carry the luggage, let the gap get bigger. I got a sister, you can see where this is going, we could not be more different.

Time skip, we argue alot, which siblings don’t, if you and yours don’t you are elite. I won’t say I wish I didn’t have aq sister because attimes she’s great but… sometimes she could really learn when two just shush. My sister is real great with words, she knows the right words to say to turn your smile upside down, but, like all siblings, sometimes she got your back. She also has the uncanny ability to bring up my stupidity and idiotic actions at the worst times, even the things that I did years ago.

Now, alot of my friends had two or more siblings, and they just loved to go on and on about the fun and games they had with their siblings. I had a playmate, so no more playing with myself, now what about three player games,there is only so much one can do. This was when I was like four, I am not ungrateful, like God thankyou for the first one, could you give me a second one? Everyday, even if I did not remember to pray at least I remembered to ask for that one thing. Maybe God felt like I was not treating my current sibling well, but I was snobbed, I gave up.

Eight years later, totally outgrown playmates, I got a brother, boy was I shook. Initially I was all over this new addition, but soon he learnt to crawl, then walk, and later on talk and… wow… I was soon cured for whatever blindness was bothering me. My friends seemed to have left ot the theory that: the more the siblings the more the stress. On one hand I had a sister withe two years age gap and on the other a brother with a thirteen years age gap. Sometimes, I have this intense urge to either smack, ship away, or sell one or both of them (mum, dad, forgive me).

And to top it off, I am the oldest. My poor soul. Anything that happens to any of my siblings, it is ME. Like do I control them or something, sometimes I wish I did, then they wouldn’t bother me and treat me withe respect. On that not, it seems everybody else but my siblings know I am the oldest. I mean just be nice, respectful, and maybe treat me like royalty. That is the duty of younger siblings, better learn it. But nooooo, my siblings act like the roles are reversed, and I am younger and retarded. The ironic bit, God somehow managed to program us to love them (platonically), no matter what. To be fair on them though, I guess they don’t like being bossed around by me, or getting hand-me-downs.

If I begin to tell you all the antics I get into with my siblings, Google will crash. But to sum it up, if you have a brother, a sister, or whatever, cherish them. You won’t have them forever, and if they mess up give them a good hit for me. If your the oldest, my condolences. If you got a brad for a sibling, don’t fret, your still pretty cool, don’t let inferiority complex push them away, support them and try harder. Even if the whole world is against them, stay with them, and if they are in the wrong make them see reason (whether they want to or not) don’t throw rocks at them.

Stay alive and awkward.

-From your neighbourhood james.

[y/n] means your name.