The Green-Eyed Monster 1/9/2001
The title is a nice way of saying jealousy. Well, maybe not jealousy…envy maybe. It’s a serious problem in our relationship. Have you ever REALLY wanted to be someone else, even if it was just for a day? That’s how I am with my sister Rebecca. I know, I know, "The grass is greener on the other side of the fence." I can’t help it. If you lived in my family, you’d understand. In high school, Rebecca was popular, pretty, and had a two-year relationship with her boyfriend, Jordan, who adored her. Becca never worked that hard and definitely never stressed about her grades, and she managed to do well anyway. My teachers today still compare me to Rebecca. Rebecca was most well-known for her short stories that she had published in our school magazine. Despite the fact that my average is much higher than Rebecca ever got in English, my teachers will always compare my writing to hers. (Except this year—I’m being taught by a new teacher who never knew Rebecca). Rebecca got into her first choice college and first choice sorority. Her grades have definitely dropped, but she’s having a blast. This year, as she was coming back from the gym, her next door neighbor, Kyle, asked her out and they’ve been dating ever since. Kyle is a senior, a chemical engineer who already landed himself a fabulously paying job. (He took a job that paid $20,000 less per year so he could be by Rebecca). He’s handsome, well-mannered, he’s in the most popular frat on campus, and he absolutely adores my sister. They’re planning to get married next year. It’s not that I’m not happy for my sister because I am…it’s just that I always feel very overwhelmed by her. I look in the mirror and just feel disappointed.
Rebecca’s most glaring fault is that she has absolutely no common sense. Earlier this year, when she missed the bus to some home, she took a ride from an absolute stranger because "he looked nice." She’s also very flighty. Like, she’ll leave the keys in the car, and lock the car. Or she’ll go to a party and forget to ask the address. I’m much more serious and down to earth than my sister which makes it hard for us to talk. She doesn’t understand why I pull all-nighters once in awhile, or why I get upset if I get a bad grade on a calculus test. Her attitude has always been "if I get it I get it, if I don’t, I don’t." Granted, with some things, that’s a great attitude to have, but sometimes, it grates on my nerves. She’s totally incapable of being serious. I don’t know…Even with her total lack of common sense, I would like to be her, even if it was for a day…
Until I write again
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