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Post by silentstar on Dec 3, 2006 20:09:42 GMT -5
Everyone, yes, everyone needs to rant at some point. Ranting is one of the more productive ways to vent without hurting the nearest person. So rant away!
I feel pushed aside, ignored, and generally taken for granted by my parents and my stupid sister. I mean, she stands next to a midget horse and everyone ooohs and ahhas. I can sing in four different languages: Hebrew, French, Italian, and English, no one gives a dam n. She plays a stupid trumpet. Everyone's always clamoring for her to play. Big whoop! I've written fourty-seven poems. I even wrote a narrative pome with a consistent rhyme scheme! I'd like to see /her/ try to do that! But no one really cares about my poetry. She draws a disproportionate bird, everyone gawks at her 'talent'. Riiiiiight. I hvave four cats, I can make better graphics that her on the computer, I write more than she does, I write better than she does, and I know anything and eerything about the history and construction of the Paris Opera House. No one bothers with any of it. *grumbles* I /really/ wish I was an only child! The "she's younger than I am" excuse doesn't apply in any of these situations. She's young than me by two damn minutes. We're twins and I honestly hate it. We may look similar, but last year she was a size four, size six on a bad day. I was a size ten if I was lucky. Now I'm too fat to fit into a size ten! The last time my mom took the two of us clothes shopping I started crying because my stupid sister was at least four sizes smaller. And, last time we went shopping, there was one pair of jeans I really liked on a sales rack. I tried them on. They were much too small for me. I put them back and two seconds later my sister grabs them and tries them on. They fit her and she left with the pair of jeans I sug through the sale rack for. Do you have any idea how much digging it takes to find a nice pair of jeans for under thirty dollars? Actually, now that I think of it, the last five times I went shopping with my sister and none of my friends were around, she made me feel fatter than I usually feel and I started crying. I hate seeing myself in 99.9% of the dresses in the world. My idiotic sister can wear a close-fitting, shortish dress and look fine in it. I wore one dress, total, that I could actually look in the mirror in. And, whenever something doesn't fit me, "see if your sister wants it". Ouch. That hurts. Badly. We're the same age, for about two years she was slightly taller than I am, and she /still/ gets hand-me-downs! And the things I give her are never too small for her. God damn it I hate her!
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Post by untilthis.echo on Dec 4, 2006 1:09:08 GMT -5
That's....wow. Hey I saw this on HC!
As for your rant, you really do seem to dislike your sister. Hate, sorry to seem so peace-loving, is much too strong a word though. As much as you seem to dislike your sister, being an only child, if you wished it and it became true, you probably might regret it.
And yeah being compared to your twin is one of the worst things possible. Which is why me and my twin try to keep everything equal. I may be better at graphics than her but she's stronger than I am. I'm not going to say I'm jealous, far from it. I'm admirable of her. She may be only two minutes older but just thinking of seeing her as someone who's strong and solid, I rely on her. Sorry to sound sappy, but if you go through life disliking your sis, you'll regret it so maybe you, your parents, and your sister need to have a talk. Having a twin is a very great thing in my case. Knowing I have one, I know she'll be there to protect me. She hasn't failed me yet that big soft of a sis I have. No matter how much she says she's not soft! ^.^
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Post by silentstar on Dec 4, 2006 15:49:39 GMT -5
Soft? *snorts* My sister has absolutely no backbone! I'm the only person in our house and at school that she can say "no" to. Lots of sisterly love, huh? And I doubt my parents will take it seriously if I talk with them about it. I wrote a poem with a hidden metaphor for this in it and let them read it about a half-hour after I felt second best. They didn't get it then, they wouldn't get it now. But, if I can get enough money, I'll be a published poet in Freshman year and then I'll finally have something I can brag about. But now my sister wants to move in on getting published because of the roylaties. If she does, I'll have to hurt her. Badly.
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Post by dream. on Dec 4, 2006 19:09:58 GMT -5
I really know what you mean, as far as siblings go.
My brother (now 6 years old) has gotten way more attention than me. Well, I'm not just saying that. Do you have any idea how annoying it is/was to have speach therapists, occupational therapists, aids, and other weird long named people trapsing around my house contantly for over three or four years?!
My brother has a speech disorder called "Apraxia". I can't rant as much as I would have two years ago, because things are steadilly improving. It was hard for me, the girl with the firey temper to accept something like this, and me and my little bro still fight.
He talks almost normally now, all he needs to work on are his "L's", "R's" and a few more sounds I can't remember. We had to hold him back a year, so he's in kindergarden, instead of grade one. But sometimes I felt really bad, because my parents had booked a speech appointment for him on MY birthday, and worse, the therapist was coming to our house. But now, I honestly don't care as long as I get presents. =]
Try talking to your sister, Silent. Tell her that you don't like the way she treats you, and you wish that she would try to be a bit nicer. Maybe teach her to write a half-decent scentence(=]) in exchange for some tips on looking good. I don't know, Moss would be able to talk about this better, as I don't have a twin. But I think it would be cool, as long as we kept the peace like Mossy and Wild.
I wouldn't know much about your clothes issues eather, *stares at jeans* My jeanes are measured sorta different... but I think I'm around a size four. I don't shop with my brother, he's too annoying. Last time I shopped with him, he ran around American Eagle screaming like a maniac and yelling that he was "Buzz Lightyear". Therefore, I shop with my mom or my friends. They're not half as embarrasing as he is.
*Ahem* Hail's not much fun to shop with eather. I come out asking how my new Silver(a brand, not a colour) jeans look on me, and he shrugs and says "Fine.", all he ever says is "Fine, Fine, Fine." 'tis so annoying.
I honestly don't care how much my clothes cost. My friends call me a prep. *snorts* I'm not much of a prep though, I just buy what I think is cool and what looks good on me.
Silent, try not to hate your sister too much, and try not to seek revenge. One day, things will naturally even out for you two, don't spend so much time and energy worrying about it.
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Post by untilthis.echo on Dec 5, 2006 18:36:57 GMT -5
You guys have a lot of trouble with your siblings apparently. Thank goodness I don't. Usually. But I was probably a pain in the butt when my brothers had to look after me and my sis. It was no picnic for me either, since I felt that I was being bossed around and that my bros were being way too bossy and mean. Obviously, I don't feel like that anymore. Apparently, you see things differently when you get older. At the age of 5-10, I felt that I was pushed and shoved aside a lot by one of my brothers since he seemed so bossy. Now at the age of a teenager, I don't feel as bossed around and I see now that he was only being responsible. We made it difficult for each other, my brothers and sister and I. But now, since we're all more mature, we get along pretty good. =3
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Post by dream. on Dec 5, 2006 19:14:01 GMT -5
Well, like I said, Me and my bro don't fight as much anymore. I'm still sick of coming home and finding Natalie(his old aid) over at my house, though she is useful sometimes. =]
Today she brought McDonalds with her.
lol! Well, yeah. We just have the normal "sibling rivalry" thing going on...
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Post by untilthis.echo on Dec 6, 2006 22:56:18 GMT -5
Wild and I have the normal sibling rivalry too! =3 If you call oftenly debating, normal. Our classmates think it's fighting since we can get really excited about whatever we're talking about, but it's actually just uis having fun. I can tell. Wild knows we're playing around when we're smiling really widely, grinning in fact. XD Debating with her is much fun!
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Post by [ so so suicide ] x-moo// on Dec 7, 2006 20:45:18 GMT -5
Bleh, I have only one brother, and we play together and get along, he's not that bad.  I know how you feel Silentstar, when I was 10-11my bro was getting so much attention, and they never paid much attention to me at all. But they are always on my brothers side, backing him up, no one is ever on my side, and diffending me from insults! But at least I got my good ole internet buddies to back me up! *smiles* |
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Post by silentstar on Dec 7, 2006 20:47:53 GMT -5
I don't debate with my sister, though I do like debating a lot. I do it with my friends. I also do it when someone claims Raoul is the "good-guy" and Erik is the "villain". And about govornment and some other issues. I only ever did a formal debate when it was about cloning. I was on the side against it. I alsxo debated a bit on HC on the boards about the war in Iraq and Animal Testing.
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Post by dream. on Dec 8, 2006 18:15:35 GMT -5
wow, I'm no good at debate...but I'm good at fighting. Me and Liam:
Me: Yeah, I'm right.
Liam: No, prove it!
Me: Well, I'm right because...I just am.
Liam: Thats not a good reason.
Me: It's a fine reason. Got a problem with it?
Liam: Yeah, I do.
Me: Well, I don't care.
Liam: You should.
Me: Well, I don't.
Liam: Yes you do. I can tell.
Me: No!
Liam: Yeah!
Me: No!
etcetcetc.
And it normally ends with someone being smacked in the head. Then we forget about it, and move on.
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Post by untilthis.echo on Dec 8, 2006 23:24:11 GMT -5
XD Yeah that's some fight Dreamy! Ahem. ^.^;;
Me: You freakin' stubborn brat!!! You're always being such a jerk!!
My sister(Wild): Be quiet!! (lighter words than she actually said) It was you who started the fight! You hit me!!!
Me: Only because you were making me mad you immature brat!
Wild: Meh meh meh be quiet!!
Me: ARGH! YOU BE QUIET!!! (in lighter terms)
Wild: NO YOU BRAT!!! YOU NON-INTELLIGENT PERSON!!
Me: GRRRRRRR!!! YOU...YOU...ARGH!!!!
Wild: *glares and turns to stomp off*
Me: *throws small but thick dictionary at her back*
Wild: OW!!!!!
After that followed more senseless screaming. I can't remember what we were fighting about but yes, I actually did throw a dictionary at her. I'm not talking about the huge ones, just those somewhat small but thick ones. It left a mark on her back for two days. Also, this was quite a few years back. We were both pretty immature but now we've apologized. XD I still hate that I hit her with it. But well she forgave me. Also, the screamed insults are, as I said, lighter terms of what we actually said.
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Post by dream. on Dec 8, 2006 23:35:27 GMT -5
LOL! I would never throw a dictionary at Liam.  he would kill me. Like seriously. He would pin me down to the ground and handcuff me with plastic handcuffs and probably stuff tissue in my mouth while sitting on me. |
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Post by silentstar on Dec 9, 2006 8:25:46 GMT -5
No one has /ever/ won an argument against me. Even my sister can't beat me in an argument. Sometimes neither of us win, but I still don't lose.
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Post by dream. on Dec 9, 2006 11:56:23 GMT -5
Lucky. *sniff+tear*
I lose all the time.
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Post by untilthis.echo on Dec 9, 2006 12:47:13 GMT -5
Altough I don't like someone proving me wrong, in which I'm usually not, I actually avoid arguing people unless it's with my sis over a silly thing. XD Usually, none of us wins since we, at one point, start yelling at each other.
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he would kill me. Like seriously. He would pin me down to the ground and handcuff me with plastic handcuffs and probably stuff tissue in my mouth while sitting on me.