At least we aren't actually related...
There are times that I wish I had another sibling. Mostly because I hate dealing with my parents, and I know my big brother hates dealing with our parents. However, when it will eventually come to things like making end-of-life choices on my parents' behalf and dealing with the resulting estate, I know that, between my brother and me, I am the one more likely to have to handle those responsibilities. And, quite frankly, I don't want to do it. I'm pretty sure my brother doesn't want to either. So, there are times I wish we had another sibling who would find it more palatable than my brother and I do. Then again, considering neither my brother nor I can stand our parents or want anything to do with them if we don't have to, there's a pretty good chance that any additional siblings we could have would probably share that sentiment.
Dad is especially one to roughen up the nerves. He will start arguments over stupid things, plays the belligerent and persecuted victim if someone suggests anything not verbatim what his ideas are in a discussion (even if no one is actually disagreeing with him and repeatedly tells him so), and openly will say TO YOUR FACE that he isn't and will not listen to you or anything you have to say.
I frequently wonder what things must be like in Daveworld. Is there sunshine? Are rainbows just solid bars of black? Do all the little bunnies have huge pointy teeth and all the ponies have death-ray eyes and feast upon unicorns being roasted on spits equipped with little speakers that do nothing but repeat totalitarian platitudes on an endless loop? Do mutant androids representing everything technology has to offer come and steal people's brains in the dark of night while cardboard boxes wreak havoc through arson? Are all of the inhabitants perfect clones of each other with no way to think for themselves? A strange and curious place, to be sure.
As an adopted child, especially considering that I have little (if any) love for my parents, people often ask me if I would want to seek out my blood relatives. Honestly, the answer is no. I think it would only lead to disappointment on both ends. I'd rather consider myself the starting point for a whole lineage of my own. Meaning I'll have a lot to live up to. I should get moving on that.
Dad is especially one to roughen up the nerves. He will start arguments over stupid things, plays the belligerent and persecuted victim if someone suggests anything not verbatim what his ideas are in a discussion (even if no one is actually disagreeing with him and repeatedly tells him so), and openly will say TO YOUR FACE that he isn't and will not listen to you or anything you have to say.
I frequently wonder what things must be like in Daveworld. Is there sunshine? Are rainbows just solid bars of black? Do all the little bunnies have huge pointy teeth and all the ponies have death-ray eyes and feast upon unicorns being roasted on spits equipped with little speakers that do nothing but repeat totalitarian platitudes on an endless loop? Do mutant androids representing everything technology has to offer come and steal people's brains in the dark of night while cardboard boxes wreak havoc through arson? Are all of the inhabitants perfect clones of each other with no way to think for themselves? A strange and curious place, to be sure.
As an adopted child, especially considering that I have little (if any) love for my parents, people often ask me if I would want to seek out my blood relatives. Honestly, the answer is no. I think it would only lead to disappointment on both ends. I'd rather consider myself the starting point for a whole lineage of my own. Meaning I'll have a lot to live up to. I should get moving on that.