Monday, July 17, 2006
Something off my chest...
The weekend seemed to pass on without much excitement, although I just came to realise that my mom might be favoring my sister a little too much for my good. I never thought about things that way before.
All the while, I just thought that maybe my mom treated us differently because one was older and the other younger. But making a comparison along the same age range, I do realise that there is actually a disparity. And whenever I bring this up as a topic for discussion, I'm met with the same response... 'You can't compare... Times have changed!'
For those that think that I'm jealous of my sister, think again. I can't be more proud of her achievements over the years. She has grown (like a weed, I must add) from a girl to a premature woman right before my eyes. Her accomplishments, be it swimming, music or even academics, have brought pride not just for me, but for the entire family. I think that given the laurels on her head, she SHOULD be rewarded with gifts and such. But not to the extent when I'm on the losing end. Why the hell would she need a $130/- pair of sandals (my mom explained that she needed it because of her flat feet, but I have them too! Does that mean I go around buying expensive slippers when there are cheaper alternatives out there?) Truth be told, we don't belong to the richest family around, and to that, I find it prudent that I should justify why I need to purchase certain things, especially when it's exhorbitantly priced. Which was why I compiled a list of reasons why I had to change my laptop in the first place (I had to pay it myself for your information).
But for my sister, damn! All she has to do is to open her mouth, ask and be given!
Is that the way she should be brought up? Won't this kind of treatment cultivate in her a materialistic mindset, when branded just seems so much better? Would she be used to the delusioned fact that that she is able to get whatever she wants just by asking? Dude! If she grows up that way, I can never love her the way I did when she was younger. If she grows up that way, I don't think I can ever look at her with the same eye ever again, and thus the growing coldness between us. Sometimes, I just dread communicating with her, because the image that forms in my head isn't that of my sister, but someone that is totally alien to me. Someone that I despise. A true life material girl...
And I love her so...
Take it easy, Keep it real...
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