That’s it…I quit: Sibling Rivalry enters the Information Age04/22/2008
There are too many people I know in real life who read this thing. What’s the fun of writing semi-anonymous confessionals or showing off my mad dad skillz yo if someone who actually knows me can sneak up behind me and tell everyone what a terrible person I really am?
I know my mother-in-law reads it. I’m pretty sure my step-mother reads it. I don’t know if my dad reads it. But my sister also reads it. What’s more, she’s started her own blog.
Just to copy me. Sheesh. She just can’t stand that I’m doing something she’s not.
It doesn’t end there. She’s been copying me my whole life. When I got a cat, she had to get a cat. When I would play “Lothar of the Tree People” in the woods behind our house, she had to play “Lothar of the Tree People” in the woods behind our house. When I started a Facebook page, she started a Facebook page. When I met a girl online and moved to California and got married and had a baby, she met a girl online and moved to California and got married and had a baby.
No. That’s a complete and total fabrication. She’s not gay, and she would never move to California ;}
And seriously, I don’t feel like she’s copying me at all.
I love that sometimes she and I will like the same things (blogging being the latest, apparently), and that we will still just click over things. On those rare occasions that I make it back home we usually end up staying up too late and giggling over some stupid, otherwise unremarkable thing. That’s some sibling-magic right there.
Despite the fact that I have always been a terrible older brother, she has persisted in treating me like family, and I just can’t resist that. So, because I’m a loving older brother now (even if I never call), I’m totally adding her to my blogroll.
Because I like her at least as much as the strangers whose lives I stalk every day.
Go visit her at My Dog is Better and say “Hi Shannon. Your  brother is awesome. You’re so lucky to be in his life.”