I feel like I mention my friends a lot on here but I hardly ever talk about my sister, which is completely unfair now that I think about it. After a recent epiphany about our relationship, I’ve decided she deserves more recognition. I feel like I do the most exciting/stupid/hilarious stuff with my sister and I always forget to talk about it. A couple weeks ago my sister and I went on a little “adventure” and she was begging me to write about it since it was so awkward.
Basically what happened was she signed up for some online class through her university, and her instructor emailed the class saying that there was an introductory meeting and she gave a timing and room number and everything. But it was at 6:30 at night and my sister didn’t want to go alone, so naturally she dragged me along with her. We ended up running towards the classroom with seconds to spare, and then we realize there’s already a class going on in there. By now my sister is totally confused and I’m out of breath from running up the stairs, so we go sit at one of the computer desks in the corner of the hallway to look up the class info. Long story short, the teacher is an idiot and there wasn’t any actual meeting. But, our mom wasn’t expecting us back any time soon, so we did what any smart kids would do and we went to giant Walgreen’s to goof off.
And by ‘goof off’ I mean dancing through the isles, hiding from salespeople, and getting locked in the bathroom….don’t ask. My sister really wants me to mention the lady that basically acknowledged our strange sisterly relationship. We have this thing where we like to casually put up the middle finger… don’t ask me how it even started cuz I really don’t know, but apparently I flashed the middle finger at her and some middle aged woman looks at me, then makes eye contact with my sister, and then gives her a smile, as if she totally understands our strange sibling customs. Somehow my sister ended up buying fifty bucks worth of random crap — I only bought a 79 cent bottle of bubble soap and $1 chocolate bar so don’t blame me!– but she got a discount cuz she opened a rewards account so it’s all good.
That’s not even the point of this post. My point is that I…I love…um…erm…I…uhhh. You know? Yeah. But I’ve realized lately that my life would suck so much without her. Not even if I was just an only child but like even if I had an older brother or a younger sibling instead, nothing can replace an older sister. And I sincerely feel bad for everyone who doesn’t have one. None of my friends have older sisters and let me tell you, they are definitely missing out. They all say they don’t feel that way –which is good cuz I mean I don’t want them to feel like that– but I feel like having an older sister is something you can’t fully appreciate or understand unless you actually have one.
“How the hell do you sum up your sister in three minutes? She’s your twin and your polar opposite. She’s your constant companion and your competition. She’s your best friend and the biggest bitch in the world. She’s everything you wish you could be and everything you wish you weren’t.”
– M. Molly Backes
I can literally talk to her about anything; nothing is too weird or off limits. I can’t do that with just anyone. And we have all these inside jokes and we say things at the same time or we say what the other was thinking and it’s the most wonderful thing to have such a connection with someone. I mean yes, I’m very close with my friends and I love them and I have something special with them too, but recently I’ve realized I’m so happy that I have a sister. Because at the end of the day, when my friends are too busy for me or someone at school made me mad, or I had a fight with my parents, I can always walk into my sister’s room, sit on her bed, and have good long rant session until I feel better. Or better yet, she’ll come into my room and make herself comfortable –which is actually a real honor because she doesn’t feel comfortable sitting anywhere that isn’t her own bed.
“Sister. She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she’s the reason you wish you were an only child.”
― Barbara Alpert
I love going to the mall with her and making fun of ugly clothes, or having dance parties is the dressing rooms. And I like how we always get Mrs. Field’s cookies or frozen yogurt like it’s almost a tradition. And I secretly live for her approval. I’ve always looked up to her and even though I awkwardly brush off her compliments, nothing makes me happier than when she tells me I look good or she likes something I’ve written.
“We hang out, we help one another, we tell one another our worst fears and biggest secrets, and then just like real sisters, we listen and don’t judge.”
― Adriana Trigiani
And I’m not just happy she’s part of my life, I’m thankful.
I’m thankful for our crappy movies nights, and our inside jokes. I’m thankful for those nights we watch stupid reality tv shows and have a midnight snack at 1am. I’m thankful that we share clothes and a sense of humor. I’m thankful that she’s always there to listen to my stupid problems, I’m thankful that she can relate to me, and that she understands me better than anyone. I’m thankful that even when we fight, an hour later we’ll end up laughing together about something random like nothing ever happened. I’m thankful that we know each other so well.
I feel like this entire post is over dramatic and out of context. Oh well. My point is…I love my sister. Very much. And if I had taken the time to write something heartfelt in her birthday card, it would have been this (except not really cuz I dont think I’d be able to fit 1,100 words on a card…although I did get her a very big card).
Moral of the story: “Remember, sisters make the best friends in the world.” — Marilyn Monroe