Often times, I find myself wishing I had been born with a twin sibling, and, even today, that statement still reigns true. The idea of having someone by your side, continuously, sounds like it would be the solution to my problems. To know that that person is always there, maybe a bit annoyed by you, but with you regardless brings me a sense of comfort unlike any other. I was born into a house with two siblings, one who is 19, turning 20 this year, and one who is 24, turning 25 this year. They’re not bad siblings, no, not by any means, in fact they’re rather spectacular. They treat me well, but I’ve always noticed how they seem to find more of a bond within each other than within me. There’s a shared sense of comradery between the two, considering that both attend college, something that I wish I could have, but simply don’t.
When I was very young, maybe six or seven, I remember doing my best to befriend my, at the time, 13 year old sibling. They were, as most kids my current age are, rather opposed to this. I mean, who wouldn’t be opposed to a varying degree of toddler adamant about hanging around with you? Even from that point, I knew that I wanted someone to share things with, someone to be my friend regardless of what happened. Yet, I never truly received that, and still have yet to have it. Because of a substantial age difference between me and my elder siblings, there’s little room for relation, or connection, though we can still have a good time together. I can’t relate the way they do, and because of that, I wish that I could. Sure, one could argue that they’re age difference is just as wide as mine, but it’s different, because they grew up together, while grew up apart from everyone.
If I’d had a twin though, I don’t think that this would be the case, in fact, I think that I would manage to find some sense of comfort in knowing that there would always be someone to care for me, because that’s what siblings do. Even though a sibling can be obnoxious, needy, snobby, and a variety of other negative traits, they’re still there. And that’s what I think would have been what I needed, especially in those times when I felt so very alone. Being with people, even when you’re sad, helps a lot, because it lets you know someone is present, and lets you know that someone cares.
In my eyes, a twin is a built-in best friend, both brought into the world together, but it’s your choosing of whether you decide to go separate ways. Knowing someone is always there, always caring, always listening sounds like a reality that I would sincerely and utterly love. And, to this day, I still hope to have a sort of friendship that can emulate such a bond.
Often times, I find myself wishing I had been born with a twin sibling, and, even today, that statement still reigns true. The idea of having someone by your side, continuously, sounds like it would be the solution to my problems. To know that that person is always there, maybe a bit annoyed by you, but with you regardless brings me a sense of comfort unlike any other. I was born into a house with two siblings, one who is 19, turning 20 this year, and one who is 24, turning 25 this year. They’re not bad siblings, no, not by any means, in fact they’re rather spectacular. They treat me well, but I’ve always noticed how they seem to find more of a bond within each other than within me. There’s a shared sense of comradery between the two, considering that both attend college, something that I wish I could have, but simply don’t.
When I was very young, maybe six or seven, I remember doing my best to befriend my, at the time, 13 year old sibling. They were, as most kids my current age are, rather opposed to this. I mean, who wouldn’t be opposed to a varying degree of toddler adamant about hanging around with you? Even from that point, I knew that I wanted someone to share things with, someone to be my friend regardless of what happened. Yet, I never truly received that, and still have yet to have it. Because of a substantial age difference between me and my elder siblings, there’s little room for relation, or connection, though we can still have a good time together. I can’t relate the way they do, and because of that, I wish that I could. Sure, one could argue that they’re age difference is just as wide as mine, but it’s different, because they grew up together, while grew up apart from everyone.
If I’d had a twin though, I don’t think that this would be the case, in fact, I think that I would manage to find some sense of comfort in knowing that there would always be someone to care for me, because that’s what siblings do. Even though a sibling can be obnoxious, needy, snobby, and a variety of other negative traits, they’re still there. And that’s what I think would have been what I needed, especially in those times when I felt so very alone. Being with people, even when you’re sad, helps a lot, because it lets you know someone is present, and lets you know that someone cares.
In my eyes, a twin is a built-in best friend, both brought into the world together, but it’s your choosing of whether you decide to go separate ways. Knowing someone is always there, always caring, always listening sounds like a reality that I would sincerely and utterly love. And, to this day, I still hope to have a sort of friendship that can emulate such a bond.
Often times, I find myself wishing I had been born with a twin sibling, and, even today, that statement still reigns true. The idea of having someone by your side, continuously, sounds like it would be the solution to my problems. To know that that person is always there, maybe a bit annoyed by you, but with you regardless brings me a sense of comfort unlike any other. I was born into a house with two siblings, one who is 19, turning 20 this year, and one who is 24, turning 25 this year. They’re not bad siblings, no, not by any means, in fact they’re rather spectacular. They treat me well, but I’ve always noticed how they seem to find more of a bond within each other than within me. There’s a shared sense of comradery between the two, considering that both attend college, something that I wish I could have, but simply don’t.
When I was very young, maybe six or seven, I remember doing my best to befriend my, at the time, 13 year old sibling. They were, as most kids my current age are, rather opposed to this. I mean, who wouldn’t be opposed to a varying degree of toddler adamant about hanging around with you? Even from that point, I knew that I wanted someone to share things with, someone to be my friend regardless of what happened. Yet, I never truly received that, and still have yet to have it. Because of a substantial age difference between me and my elder siblings, there’s little room for relation, or connection, though we can still have a good time together. I can’t relate the way they do, and because of that, I wish that I could. Sure, one could argue that they’re age difference is just as wide as mine, but it’s different, because they grew up together, while grew up apart from everyone.
If I’d had a twin though, I don’t think that this would be the case, in fact, I think that I would manage to find some sense of comfort in knowing that there would always be someone to care for me, because that’s what siblings do. Even though a sibling can be obnoxious, needy, snobby, and a variety of other negative traits, they’re still there. And that’s what I think would have been what I needed, especially in those times when I felt so very alone. Being with people, even when you’re sad, helps a lot, because it lets you know someone is present, and lets you know that someone cares.
In my eyes, a twin is a built-in best friend, both brought into the world together, but it’s your choosing of whether you decide to go separate ways. Knowing someone is always there, always caring, always listening sounds like a reality that I would sincerely and utterly love. And, to this day, I still hope to have a sort of friendship that can emulate such a bond.
