It is really quite spectacular how some situations or behaviors follow us from childhood into adulthood. Since my youngest sister was a baby, she has had no problem with the dark. She has never been afraid of it. In fact, she often embraces it. At almost fifteen years old, darkness is her friend. Our middle sister has always been allergic to nuts. Always. Give her a nut and she blows up like a helium saturated balloon. A favorite past time of mine was giving her different nuts to see how she would react. Our parents put a fast stop to that. I have never liked cantaloupe. Never have. Don’t think I ever will. Add that to the trait of over thinking everything, and you have a real gem of a person here.
Interestingly enough though, I have noticed that the relationship between me and my middle sister has remained pretty much the same. I have basically always been the “good” one and she has always been my polar opposite. Nothing has changed there. But what I find more interesting is that regardless of how much “good” I do or how much “bad” she does, my parents seem to want to talk about her all the time. For the last ten years she has been doing her thing. It has been difficult for my parents, but they still seem to just be so giddy over her, her life, and her wedding. What is also the same as our childhood is that I am still irritated with it all. I am still tired of hearing about her. I am still tired of feeling like we are in some kind of competition. The competing is not so difficult. It is the losing that gets to me.
If only life were more fair. You know, people who follow the speed limit don’t get into fender benders. Students who study are guaranteed A’s. Anyone who tries to drop an addiction can. Wouldn’t this be the perfect life? Instead, here we are. We claw and scratch our way to the top. Then sometimes, no matter how hard we have fought, we are at the bottom yet again. Wherever you are in life right now, whether you are the king of the world or you are barely hanging on, keep fighting. Don’t give up. You have worked too hard to turn back now. You have given too much to quit. You never know who is watching. You never know who needs you to keep coming back no matter how difficult life is. And if things get too hard, just give your sister a nut. Cheers!