Today I realized how much, older siblings influence their younger ones. It’s a scary amount. The younger ones absorb everything the older ones do. In a way, the younger ones carry on from where the older ones left off. I thought about how much of an influence my sister was on me. My taste in music, movies, books, food, hobbies, pets, etc. were all, in a way, indirectly influenced by her. And for that, I thank her. She had great taste in movies. I’ll give her that. Everything else was shit.

My sister turned 40 last month. I wanted to let her know exactly how much I love her. So I gave her a nice birthday speech, during which I said things like, “not long now”, “cherish every moment”, “medical insurance”, “death”, etc. to which she retaliated by calling my life a joke.