My younger sister has a blog as well, which is great for me because that means I can keep updated on her life without too much of an effort. You realise that when you live in a different time zone that keeping in touch takes effort and planning. And normally results in home-sickness and sadness. At the same time that it is to talk to family and friends it’s also really hard spending Saturday day and Sunday night missing them and wishing that you would be able to build one of them machines that allows you to beamed to different places. (How cool would that be, “beam me up Scottie, I feel like going to the Caribbean for lunch today)
When I read my sisters blog I realise that so much that stresses her out and that makes her nervous are the same thing that stresses me out and makes me nervous. And we both rely heavily on our older sister to get perspective on our freak outs.
Obviously this stresses me out . One would think that I, as I am 8 years or so older should be at least 8 years wiser. But that is not the case at all, whereas my older sister seems to be far wiser then the 1.5 years that she is older than me. So that leads me to believe that wisdom comes not from years but experiences and responsibility taken.
I have very few actual responsibilities, I’m rather uncomfortable around real responsibilities, actually they make me so uncomfortable I don’t even like to have my name on the utility bills cause that means it’s my responsibility to pay it. I do pay it, I just don’t want to be in charge of making sure it’s paid.
I think maybe I need to add some responsibilities to my to-do list. Since the double set of wisdom teeth that I have been given doesn’t really seem to do the trick in regards to wisdom.