As long as I can remember, my younger sister has been ruining family events. Graduations, vacations, nice dinners, you name it, her self-centered pouting has always put a damper on nice family get-togethers. Today, I discovered, that at age 25, she is exactly the same as when she was 5.
My parents, sister and I went to LACMA today to see the Pompeii exhibit. We were all wearing headphones at the exhibit, so were not enforced to endure her endless stream of blather for most of the visit. On the way to the parking lot, my mother unfortunately tripped and fell. Sequence of events was as follows.
(1 second before fall)
Sister: Mama, look where you’re going, watch out for that-
mother trips over curb and falls, hard
Sister: I told you to watch out for that curb, why don’t you watch out where you’re going, God you never listen to me, you’re exactly the same as Uncle Bill, you never listen, and I told you to watch out, blah, blah, blah…
Mother: holding her knee in agony I don’t really need this now, K.
Me: Yeah, that’s enough.
Begin monumental sister pout, followed by tears, silent treatment for the rest of us, and pretending to work on Important Things on her I-Phone. My mother tries to placate her by telling her she knows she was just worried and that my mother is sorry for talking to sister like that, etc.
Sister: Well, you should have listened to me! You never listen to me, I told you to watch out and you never listen, blah blah, same speech from earlier.
Me: (to mother) It’s K who should be apologizing to you!
Mother: Now don’t make things worse.
Continue awkward drive with my mother trying to be perky and engage sister into talking, sister continuing the silent treatment. “Just take me home,” and “Leave me alone,” she says.
The plan was to go out for lunch, but my sister says, “I’m not hungry,” despite having complained of hunger right before the falling incident. I suggest leaving the bitch in the car (not in so many words), but my mother lightly insists that she is not that hungry either. They drop me off and drive home in, I presume, more awkward silence.
To Sister: Stop attempting to compensate for your obvious intellectual deficits by acting superior to and criticizing everyone around you. It’s especially grating when you act this way toward our parents and our uncle. They are your elders and your superiors, are in no way mentally-impaired (unlike you), and there is no reason to constantly treat them as if they are exasperating small children. When people call you on your obnoxious behavior, stop pouting and crying like a small child. You are worse than my preschool age students, who at least can contain their tantrums to a maximum of ten minutes when they are scolded. In short: Grow the fuck up.
