Daily Archives: July 25, 2007

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“Small” Gifts…

Huh. I know I am not so in tune with the simple things in regards to sentimentality, or whatever this case was… but it seemed to mean enough for my mother. We were talking about my sister and her two-weeks of silence towards them. That led to her emotional abuse towards the family and all that loveliness.

Something was said that resulted in me responding, “I’m glad you adopted me.”

I guess that lightened her heart some. She had this sort of awe in her voice, not terribly obvious, but there. She said she never really heard than from any of my other siblings. It seems I am the first. That is pretty sad.

Oh… right… she was saying that maybe she should have been a stay home mom and not worked. She then told me how even after birthing my eldest brother she had to go right back to work though. She might have mentioned in there how my sister could have remained in the land of her birth.

Anyway, the problem with her staying home though is that if she had we never would have been adopted. I then told her I was glad I had been adopted into the family. Yeah, it certainly is not perfect, and earlier today I had shown resentment towards my sister, but I am overall happy that I was taken in here.

I’ve never really been curious about my birth origins. The most I have ever wanted to know is why I was put up for adoption, but I do not take for granted the parents I have now. I know I’ve had my share of bitching and complaining about some things when it came to the family, but that is just how it is with families no matter what kind of setting, I think.

Looking at other scenarios, I know I am pretty damn lucky to have wound up here. Plenty have parents aren’t even willing to try to understand them. Some don’t want to understand them. Others want nothing to do with their kids.

My mom probably knows better about such scenarios than me since she deals with people who had the worst sort of childhoods in this great old race of ours. I don’t hear likely even one percent of what she hears, but I know… I’m a lucky son of a gun. It is a shame my sister does not realize how lucky she is too.

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The “All-Knowing” Sibling…

Well, this entry will begin quite bluntly. This is about learning the “mystery” of sex. Heh, not exactly though. Where the hell did this come from and why on this? I need to rant out something that always bothered me about my sister. Yeah, same old tune, but if it does not get out, I’ll stew.

How did this come along? Water heaters. Yeah. I was in the shower, wondered about the water heater and then automatically thought of how my mother told me the other day how when older I’d likely need to live in a condominium.  I love my flighty mind.

Look at condominium. Take away half of the letters. Yeah. It reminded me of my sister. Not like that, you pervert. She and I were watching a comedy one day and a vapid joke about condoms came up. I laughed and my sister apparently thought I was too ignorant to understand the joke.

She asked me if I knew what a god damn condom was. I floundered on that and she automatically assumed I really had no clue. Thus she told me how she hated those who acted like they knew what was going on just to fit in. Sorry, Sis, but maybe I did not feel comfortable telling you, “It is protection that is stuck on a guy’s dick before a couple have sex.”

It happened before. A song was playing on the radio and I was lightly singing along with it. My sister turns and asks me if I even knew what the song was about. The same old tune and I felt more resentment for her. Why in the world did she think I’d be comfortable about talking about anything sexual with her?

Yeah, I was young, but I likely knew all the sex crap before she did. No, I am not a sex-fiend. I just learned early in life.

My sister even dragged me to her room one day to give me the “talk” with one of her friends for help. Pretty much I was uncomfortable and not amused. Eventually I said in the middle of it, “I already know.” I think I even bluntly told her the fine points in a simple sentence. She was blown away.

She then of course did that accusatory look. How did I know? I shrugged and said I just knew. I knew probably since I was seven. She asked me if I had watched something like porno. God… Maybe I just knew more than her and she just did not need to bother? Why the hell did she care anyway?

Yeah. Well, that is the rant.