Familial nonsense III
I gave my sister a lift home the other day, and she was complaining (in jest, I think) about how the parents favour my brother over us.
"Well, if it's any comfort, you've been bumped up to second place since going overseas to study, because you're only back home for a couple of months a year; the whole rarity-is-valuable thing," I sighed. "So it looks like I'm their third priority now. Great." (Third priority -- a paradox in itself.)
I was expecting some consolation, but all my sister had to offer was: "You're the first-born! You're supposed to put up with all the crap!"
"..."
I didn't receive that memo.
***
We went shopping today, and as we ploughed through the book shop, my sister picked out a couple of text books and passed them to me. After lugging them around for a while, a sudden realisation dawned on me, and I turned to her and asked: "Hey, why did you pass me the books? Why am I carrying all your books while you walk around empty-handed?!"
"I don't know," she said nonchalantly. "It's not my fault that you just took the books when I handed them to you."
"..."
Yeeeeaaaahhh, it's my fault.
***
Forget patience and responsibility; one day, I want to try being the spoilt brat!
"Well, if it's any comfort, you've been bumped up to second place since going overseas to study, because you're only back home for a couple of months a year; the whole rarity-is-valuable thing," I sighed. "So it looks like I'm their third priority now. Great." (Third priority -- a paradox in itself.)
I was expecting some consolation, but all my sister had to offer was: "You're the first-born! You're supposed to put up with all the crap!"
"..."
I didn't receive that memo.
***
We went shopping today, and as we ploughed through the book shop, my sister picked out a couple of text books and passed them to me. After lugging them around for a while, a sudden realisation dawned on me, and I turned to her and asked: "Hey, why did you pass me the books? Why am I carrying all your books while you walk around empty-handed?!"
"I don't know," she said nonchalantly. "It's not my fault that you just took the books when I handed them to you."
"..."
Yeeeeaaaahhh, it's my fault.
***
Forget patience and responsibility; one day, I want to try being the spoilt brat!
posted by Laughingcow at 8:54 pm
2 Comments:
My dear girl, you're too obliging lah. Everyone picks on you... So dun put the blame solely on me for your unfortunate situation then. Gotta admit, you're rather 'duh' mostly, no?
Vandice: NOoooooooo. (Darn, that was the best defence I could come up with.)
Mr Moron: She's not thick-skinned... just extremely, um, OBLIVIOUS. ;)
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