Cousins. Well. The first thing is that I have lots of them - thirteen in total, and sixteen if you include significant significant others. The ones on my Dad's side are fairly mundane: there's Lee, who's mid twenties now and whom I used to idolise as a small child and haven't seen much of for a while and isn't desperately exciting, and my Dad's brother's two girls who are both younger than me but are beginning to become slightly less boring than they used to be. My cousins on my mother's side, by contrast, are all rather exciting, which is great even though it means that all but two or three of them have the capacity to drive me up the wall very adroitly in the wrong circumstances. There are three who live in England: Jonathan, who's out of university and has just moved into his first house (flat) of his very own with his permanent girlfriend Charlotte (who has been going out with him since they were fifteen and is a teacher and is pretty awesome); Daniel, who is loud and exuberant and exhilarated and once had a moment of existiential angst in a restaurant when he discovered that tuna didn't come exclusively in cans and is going into his third year of studying history at university and whom I increasingly resemble in many ways (including the facial hair) with the notable difference of his impressive faculty to believe in things; and Benjamin, who is one year older than I am and whom I very much resembled physically last summer when I had black(ish) hair and is off to Cambridge to study Biochemistry this year and is really rather fantastic. Daniel and Benjamin are both loud and talkative and sometimes almost aggressively outgoing to the point of self-absorption; Jonathan is quieter.
The rest of my cousins live in Israel, and six of them are crazy and one of them is very sad. I get on with all of them (even though two of them - the pirate cousin and his twin brother, who is very sad, haven't spoken for seven years) although they can be stunningly arrogant on a cultural level and can be very bad at thinking outside of their own experiences, in the main. They are rather fantastic all the same but the two who came most recently were just incredibly insular.
Cousins. Well. The first thing is that I have lots of them - thirteen in total, and sixteen if you include significant significant others. The ones on my Dad's side are fairly mundane: there's Lee, who's mid twenties now and whom I used to idolise as a small child and haven't seen much of for a while and isn't desperately exciting, and my Dad's brother's two girls who are both younger than me but are beginning to become slightly less boring than they used to be. My cousins on my mother's side, by contrast, are all rather exciting, which is great even though it means that all but two or three of them have the capacity to drive me up the wall very adroitly in the wrong circumstances. There are three who live in England: Jonathan, who's out of university and has just moved into his first house (flat) of his very own with his permanent girlfriend Charlotte (who has been going out with him since they were fifteen and is a teacher and is pretty awesome); Daniel, who is loud and exuberant and exhilarated and once had a moment of existiential angst in a restaurant when he discovered that tuna didn't come exclusively in cans and is going into his third year of studying history at university and whom I increasingly resemble in many ways (including the facial hair) with the notable difference of his impressive faculty to believe in things; and Benjamin, who is one year older than I am and whom I very much resembled physically last summer when I had black(ish) hair and is off to Cambridge to study Biochemistry this year and is really rather fantastic. Daniel and Benjamin are both loud and talkative and sometimes almost aggressively outgoing to the point of self-absorption; Jonathan is quieter.
The rest of my cousins live in Israel, and six of them are crazy and one of them is very sad. I get on with all of them (even though two of them - the pirate cousin and his twin brother, who is very sad, haven't spoken for seven years) although they can be stunningly arrogant on a cultural level and can be very bad at thinking outside of their own experiences, in the main. They are rather fantastic all the same but the two who came most recently were just incredibly insular.
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