Siblings and Spiders
If you grew up with siblings, you know things weren't always rainbows and butterflies. More often than not, disagreements were had, yelling and fighting were involved, and it seemed like there was no way on this green earth you would ever get along.
My sister and I used to argue more than I can express. To say we bickered was an understatement and we lived to make our fights an art form. I had anger issues and my little sister was a bit of an evil genius. If I upset her, she was more than capable of framing me so that I would get grounded. While her ability to plan was certainly admirable, it made things a lot worse for her in the end because well, "In for a penny, in for a pound." Not saying my retaliations were right, they certainly were not, but hey, I was a kid and had yet to learn many valuable life lessons, and the Art of War.
Hopefully however, you and your sibling(s) have come to resemble my sister and I as we are now. Gone are the days of yelling "I hate you! You don't even understand!" at the top of our lungs, gone are the days of framing each other, throwing things at each other, slamming doors, and gone are the days of shouting "I'm telling mom!".
Here to stay are the days of calls to share how life has made us smile or cry again, of random photo wars depicting the most ridiculous faces we can muster, and of being there for each other in general.
Sure, we still bicker now and again but we do so knowing full well that the outcome will always be a Spider Scenario.
Let me explain.
When we were young, my sister and I had gotten into a particularly nasty dispute. Mom and dad were gone out and there wasn't a referee in sight. "I hate you, you're such a B****!" "You're so stupid! You don't even know!" we attacked each other verbally for what seemed like hours when in reality, it was probably only ten minutes. Throw pillows earned their name as we used them as weapons and threw them at each other from across the house with as much force as we could muster (even then we knew throwing something that could break would get both our asses kicked.)
Cue me stomping around upstairs as she slams her bedroom door downstairs.
Moments later, my sisters door creeps open and in the most tentatively pleading voice I've ever heard, she calls up to me "...I know we're in a really big fight but.... there's a spider.... and it wouldn't be so bad but.... it's really big.... can you come get it....?"
"...Yea okay, fine."
We may not always see eye to eye but when all is said and done, we know we love each other, and we know that a spider is right around the corner so why waste our energy and drama skills throwing words and pillows at each other.
Do you have a sibling(s)? Have you transcended into the stage where your sibling is your friend? Has your relationship evolved into the stage where you would rescue them from the mid-fight spider? Or, are you still more than willing to throw them in a giant sticky web? Share you stories in the comments below!
Hopefully however, you and your sibling(s) have come to resemble my sister and I as we are now. Gone are the days of yelling "I hate you! You don't even understand!" at the top of our lungs, gone are the days of framing each other, throwing things at each other, slamming doors, and gone are the days of shouting "I'm telling mom!".
Here to stay are the days of calls to share how life has made us smile or cry again, of random photo wars depicting the most ridiculous faces we can muster, and of being there for each other in general.
Sure, we still bicker now and again but we do so knowing full well that the outcome will always be a Spider Scenario.
Let me explain.
When we were young, my sister and I had gotten into a particularly nasty dispute. Mom and dad were gone out and there wasn't a referee in sight. "I hate you, you're such a B****!" "You're so stupid! You don't even know!" we attacked each other verbally for what seemed like hours when in reality, it was probably only ten minutes. Throw pillows earned their name as we used them as weapons and threw them at each other from across the house with as much force as we could muster (even then we knew throwing something that could break would get both our asses kicked.)
Cue me stomping around upstairs as she slams her bedroom door downstairs.
Moments later, my sisters door creeps open and in the most tentatively pleading voice I've ever heard, she calls up to me "...I know we're in a really big fight but.... there's a spider.... and it wouldn't be so bad but.... it's really big.... can you come get it....?"
"...Yea okay, fine."
We may not always see eye to eye but when all is said and done, we know we love each other, and we know that a spider is right around the corner so why waste our energy and drama skills throwing words and pillows at each other.
Do you have a sibling(s)? Have you transcended into the stage where your sibling is your friend? Has your relationship evolved into the stage where you would rescue them from the mid-fight spider? Or, are you still more than willing to throw them in a giant sticky web? Share you stories in the comments below!
And shout out to my amazing sister whom I love so very much! *Pinches her cheeks in an annoying manner and ruffles her hair as she protests that she's an adult now*
Cheers!
The Bra Street Rambler
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