As far back as I can remember, my older sister has always been the smarter one. She has been the one that gets the good grades, knows all the right people and says the right things at the right times. I have been the other kid. I’m the one that gets into trouble for opening my big mouth a little too wide. My grades have been of a consistently poor quality and all my teachers hated me.
She has always outdone me, in every field except when we play playstation. I’ve kicked her ass in every game we’ve ever played. But that’s the thing. It was just a game. I can’t beat her in the real world, and I have tried to for years.
She went to law school, which would have been my choice had she not done it first. I walk in her shadow everyday because she excels at everything she tries and I am just me.
I was not about to try and follow in those gargantuan footsteps, at least, I’m not ready to try yet.
For all of her great intellect and legal prowess, she doesn’t seem to be terribly happy. Not to long ago, I found her in her room, crying because she felt that getting less than 90% for one of her board exam papers was not good enough. She got 79 and a half percent. I am usually happy with a pass.
She drives herself so hard. She drives herself because she feels that nothing she does is ever good enough and in this, she becomes her own worst enemy. I feel sorry for her sometimes, when I see her working until 3 in the morning for a boss who really couldn’t give a shit whether she lives or dies.
Sibling Rivalry dictates that I should resent the fact that she is so much better at doing what she does than I am but I can’t help but feel cheated by her sadness. She never rubs in the fact that she flew through college without even coming close to dropping any courses, she graduated Magna cum Laude, and I have flunked more than just a few. She doesn’t view it as a failure on my part, just as what she terms a ’misallocation of resources’, meaning that I should find something I’m good at and stick to it, regardless of what she has done in the past.
She encourages me to find solace in the fact that she hates what she is doing with her life and wants to change it, even if she is frighteningly good at it.
Sibling rivalry died the day she said that to me. Now I just love her.