sibling- chaoscore

By Rini -

Having siblings is the weirdest thing ever.

peachrinq instagram in their reel talked about it pretty well. (Exceptionally well)

So well that I’m completely ditching my original post for the day and typing this on the day of posting.

 

Trail Of Thoughts- 42



My point is having someone living in your house, having the same parents as you, sharing half your genes (and still looking like a rat); staying in your life (not minding their own business) if you want it or not for the rest of both of your lives (fortunately), fighting you for every waking moment of their lives, with their sole purpose to embarrass you, and at the same loving you unconditionally, being unable to bear it when disrespect hits either of you from anyone (it could be your own parents), having their back even if miles apart (kilometers isn’t pretty to say in poetry) is what makes siblings weird.

 

Would I recommend having siblings? Well it’s not my place to say, but I’d definitely recommend it.

They prepare you for the outside world, per se. it’s a character development arc for the plot.

 

 This might be a hit to the onlychild out there but hey, that’s how life goes (unfortunate for you, jk).

 

Having a sibling is weirdly chaotic and amazingly fun.

 

Having the deepest of talks in the middle of the night which immediately turn to one of them hitting the other.

 

We take hits for each other but never really admit to it and openly criticize the other for it. No matter how much we genuinely love them, we can never express it in words without turning it into the most awkward of moments.

 

In my last post I wrote about the possibility of (infinitely) many parallel universes in existence. But in none of them could I imagine me without my brother. I could not bother to even think of the possibility that I would exist without my brother. I could not. And now that I think about it, I do not want to. I don’t want to think about a universe, a possibility, a chance that I exist without my brother. Sounds absolutely absurd. Even if it did exist (it probably does), I simply would not be the same. I always knew my personality would be, more or less, different from this one compared to the parallel universe rini from my existential crises. But to compare this personality with the one that exists without my brother- simply impossible. To compare itself becomes an impossible task, because of the very many altered parameters and conditions of my upbringing.

My point is, I’m just not the same without him.

(I would be much much better.)

 

Well actually, I wouldn’t be here with my blog of 4 years too, without him.

 

People say we are a mosaic of everyone we have ever met and I know damn well, he is a big part of me.

 

[Ofcourse I would never say this to his face, in fact he tried to sneak a peek at the draft but I wouldn’t let him, the embarrassment is too much to bear.]

 

I’ve heard a compliment from a reel the other day, “you are someone I would like to introduce to people to show you as a representation of who I am.” That might just be him. Or not. maaaaybe.

 

In the reel that started all of this, the creator says “that amongst all the relationships in your life, your sibling is the only one that starts life with you and is there till the very end” that they read from somewhere.

 

That line stuck with me.

 

I have known him longer than he has known me. And I will continue to know him for the rest of my life. I will (probably) continue to love him till the end of my life. I will continue to share lives with him, I will continue to fight with him, embarrass him, annoy him, hit him, snitch on him, play with him, stay with him, talk with him, know him- for the rest of my life. For the rest of my life.

 

That’s a lot of time to dedicate to a rat like human.

 

Oh and yes, i will continue to tie Rakhi to him, for the rest of our lives.

 

 

It’s a weird feeling to think about losing them. It’s like a pillar goes missing-type of situation.

Even after he moved out, for a few days, i called out his name a few times, then realized.

 

The other day I forgot he was visiting and I was texting him on WhatsApp out of habit. The moment I realized he was home, just on the other side of our home, I was filled with a weird sense of comfort and joy. (We ordered snacks at 12 in the midnight, shhhh, don’t tell our parents).

 

 

 

 

That’s it for today.

 

Have a great week ahead <3

 

Yours lovingly,

Rini.

Tragically employed teen.

 




PS: say something nice to your siblings




TDD: ten day diary

i was so sleepy i switched off the TV playing the last episode to a murder mystery and slept on the floor right there. my mom had to wake me up so i can sleep on the bed.

sleep is the best thing ever, fr.


stressful yet learning moments this week.

ok love you, bye. ;)

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