Well…it’s complicated.
I’m The Baby, and the only boy…on top of a couple of them being damn near adults when
I was born.
I was closer to my youngest sister when we were little, but that changed around 11 when
she got “grown”. LOL
Even as a jit I kinda felt like “I have to hurry up and grow up because everyone around here is grown”
Minus points for me being male…they were raised in that 2nd Wave Feminist Era and while they aren’t
a$$holes about it, they definitely have an Own-Group Bias. They don’t even pretend to understand Male chit.
Again, minus points for me being The Baby. I can’t tell them anything they don’t know.
Looking back sometime ago I realized that while I had a fairly good childhood
with good times and memories, I spent a lot of time by myself.
Today we have a text chain to keep in touch because we’re spread out,
but I’m not on it a lot because I don’t really like to text and I don’t have much to say.
I love them and chit, but I can’t really relate to them.