Obedience and Independence

Children don't always listen to their parents - it's a basic fact of life. I'll admit, I, too, have had my moments of rebellion. Reading with a flashlight under my covers, hiding my sister's favorite shirt in the back of the closet, I've pretty much traveled that spectrum of badass-ness as far as kids go.

Ha, I know you know I kid. I was the good child, and that's how I like it, alright? It's not a sin to want to be loved, you know. Especially when you're so perfect.

But in all seriousness, I don't understand my siblings sometimes. I love them to death, but they're really beginning to disappoint me. One is out all hours of the day, one acts like she's Miley Cyrus (read: self-centered child-slut who thinks she's 21 but really is STILL UNDERAGE), and the last one has the ambition of a cow. Alright, so I'm slightly (but only slightly) exaggerating. But still, what am I to do?

They look at me, basking in my unadulterated glory as a college student traversing the world on her own, and use what they see as the standard for what's tolerable for them. The only problem is that we're not on the same playing field. You're not going to get the same respect I do because I'm a few months from graduating college, and you're barely a high school junior. You don't get the same privileges I do, because as a thirteen year old, you can't handle the responsibility or the ramifications of your actions. Who am I kidding? You don't even know what ramification means, even using contextual clues. You don't get to do whatever the hell you want because you're still pre-pubescent and wouldn't know how to cross a busy intersection by yourself. Don't try to act like an adult because you're only a kid. You. Aren't. Me.

...Wow. I get it now. They aren't me, so I shouldn't expect them to understand the world in the way I understand it to be. They aren't me, but I keep holding them accountable to my standards and expectations. Huh. Maybe I'm not the perfect big sister I thought I was, either.

What a revelation. Man, this really sucks. I started the evening infuriated by my sister, wanting to vent, and now have come to the realization that I need to let her live her life in the way that my parents need to let me to live my own. She needs to make her own mistakes so she can learn, and if I'm there to clean up her act, she'll never know how to clean it up herself. How am I supposed to complain when I'm in the wrong? Damn bitches. Ugh.

There's obviously no more to say here without incriminating myself as a horrible older sister. You win yet again, life. I'm way too understanding for my own good.

By the way, the Sesame Street clip attached at the bottom has nothing to do with my post, but I saw it earlier and thought it was so cute so had to add it. Apologies for the awkward placement. and *cue awkward segue*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAR5Vw9Bvts&feature=related

P.S. I haven't updated in forever, yet again, but I figured it wouldn't be too big a deal because no one ever reads this anyway, right? Well, just in case you do, here's a quick summary of my life since my last post, kind of.

Summer sessions were horrible, but thankfully I'm not doing that ever again. Got into a kind of weird situation that made me feel uncomfortable, so I did what I usually do and ignored it until it went away, which it did, eventually. School has started yet again (senior year, what?!), and Homecoming (ONE WEEK LEFT!!) and Alt Breaks are in full blast.