B-Day

I suppose there are a lot of bloggers out there who will be "remembering" September 11th as they type between the teardrops and lament the loss of innocence in the land of the free and the brave. Not this little black blogger. For me, September 11th has always been and will always be the sister's birthday - a much more significant event.

My parents always tried to make sure that the sister's birthday was not a negative time for me. It had the potential to be the most attention deprived day of the year, but they instituted a payoff system to keep my spirits up. On birth days there was always a token present for the other child. I suppose it must have worked. I don't ever remember feeling left out. Perhaps I did my own over-compensation in attention seeking behaviour on those days. It's so long ago now that I can't remember and at that age you never recognise your own psychological games.

I find it amazing how different I am from SisterOfVirge. I won't try to list the differences here because it would be hard to write such a list from my personal perspective without it sounding like a list of criticisms or self-justifications. We're just different and I'm pretty sure we're diverging with age. How does that make me feel? Liberated. Freed from the blinkers of nurture. I think it would be pretty disheartening to get to the end of a life and look back, only to find that you're just like a sibling or parent. The more differences I see between myself and my genetic neighbours the more I feel like me.