Feeling a little on the gloom and doom but talking to my sisters is always refreshing. Do take note that talking to my sisters usually consists of crashing on the bed when both are in the room and bemoaning my sad fate or vice or they crashing on my bed and bemoaning their sad existence. Sisters don’t sugar-coat their words; they are too busy playing maplestory. My life has no meaning? So do theirs. I hate guys? They hate them too. Of course, the foundation of it all: we hate people. Hate in this case translate not into: I want to kill them all – Hitler-style hatred; hate translate to: People make my life miserable and therefore I hate them because to claim otherwise will give them more ammunition to make me miserable.
Amazing how well, we see though the underlying thoughts of each other. Not to forget the amazing insight: “I knew it! He is a CREEP!” No beating around the bush either. Our relationship is characterised by a lot of making fun of each other (usually good-natured but sometimes I admit that it can be quite a confidence-shaker). But the thing is we get each other. They get the subtext and the train of thoughts that lead to the outburst of why are guys so irritating.
We fight. We dare to fight which is quite remarkable considering the deep-seating conflict-avoidant nature of yours truly. There’s no need to censure all the dumb thoughts or maintain a considerate image. They totally get my random comments or have no pause in calling out my nonsense. And that we are all FOS (full of shit).
Perhaps, it is the fact that we are family, and there is no getting away from it. No, break-ups or betrayals. Sometimes, they are just what I need in a slump.
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