Things I Am Thinking Instead of Sleeping:
I have three sisters and two brothers. I am, at age seventeen, the oldest of six. My parents are married and there are no half-siblings or step-siblings. We all live together and drive each other crazy.
I have a good relationship with my sisters. The one closest to my age is a pain now and then, but she’s not so bad. My second sister is my favorite because we share our birthday and have so much in common. We have jokes for days. My last sister rivals with the second, but she’s my other favorite and I have to protect her all the time.
I do not get along with my brothers.
The older one told me today that he hates me. No big deal. Right now we can’t stand each other and I am thinking that by the time he reaches an age where I can hold a conversation with him without wanting to kick him in the face, it won’t matter. By say, age fourteen (I expect he’ll be reasonable by then) I’ll be in my early twenties. I won’t be around. I won’t have anything to say to him, a teenage boy who’ll likely only have angry memories of me to begin with. My second brother is younger and less annoying, but it’ll be the same with him, too.
I think this huge age gap is kinda annoying. The gap between me and my last sister is seven years. The gap between me and my last brother is nearly a decade. It’s a terrible setup. Right now we’re too different in age to get along. Soon enough we’ll be too far apart to even associate with each other non awkwardly.
I think that’s kind of sad. And strange. And terrible.
(1 month ago)