|Please ignore my unfortunate bang situation.|
But enough about that.
The day I left for my freshman year of college, my sister and I began an exponentially better relationship than previous years. I’m assuming it has something to do with not seeing each other every day and no longer sharing a bathroom. As the oldest sibling, it is hard to accept when you see your younger sibling become a lot like you. In our case, developing the same interests and same opinion toward people as a general population. As in, we don’t like people. Individuals yes, people no. Introverts for life.
Looking back, a good chunk of our fighting came from me feeling like there was nothing special about me anymore. It wasn’t my sisters fault, but when someone starts to like all the same things or do the same activities, you start to feel as though you don’t have anything to call “your own” anymore. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to have a sibling that likes some of the same things, you know, for that whole “bonding” thing. But when you’re younger and still trying to find who you are, it’s not so convenient.