you may or may not have noticed that india and i have been in a small fight for around three weeks now. india has been hurling metaphorical dinner plates at me and i have been responding with snide and well-timed insults. like a minx.
so i figured that india and i should have a temporary separation while i work on drawing up a peace treaty for the next eight months.
and because i can’t actually escape this crazy country of mud (formerly dust) and spice, i will do the next best thing: ignore it on my incredibly popular and widely read blog for a while.
take that india!
so today i will discuss my sister. my beautiful, strange and unknowingly strong sister.
my mom tells these stories about how i was enamored with my little sister from the moment she waddled into our lives. while i feel like i was probably a skeptical and somewhat scheming child, one look from my chubby-as-hell baby sister – with her eyes that looked like 1/2 moons and giant smile – and i’m sure i was melted beurre. (that’s french for butter, i’m feeling fancy today, ok?)
what i remember from her as a kid was that she was always happy. you know, one of those kids to whom you could give a box and she’d be pleasantly mesmerized for hours? while she was never the most outgoing, she would almost always go along with whatever activity was the gout du jour with a spring in her step.
(cat fights between barbie and her bitch friend midge – check. swinging around on blankets on our basement floor – check. making a chalk city in our cul-de-sac – check. check checkity check check.)
but more than just happy-go-lucky, my sister was/is also wonderfully quirky. as a kid, she did awesome things like wear underpants on her head and play ‘office’ incessantly for days – days i tell you – on end.
and as an adult the tradition of quirkiness continues. while she has retired the underpants-on-head routine (as far as i know anyway), i have frequently caught her walking around wearing a garden bag engaged in controversial political discussions with my dog. (ok the latter is a lie, but it could happen. everyone knows my dog is very political. and sister does wear garden bags a lot.)
at this point, i’m sure you’re thinking: “al, so she’s a bloody ray of sunshine, we get it.”
alright, fine you caught me – while she is a ray of sunshine – there is a flip side: the girl has a temper. reddening face, semi-violent outbursts, screaming matches – she’s probably the only person i am actually scared to see angry. i like to call it her propensity to ‘rule with an iron fist’ – or (the less politically correct) ‘stalin chic’.
she can be overbearing and outrageously irrational and she’s wildly stubborn and unwavering in many of her decisions. and sometimes, just sometimes, i think she wears her hair too slicked back.
but hey, no one is perfect. like most things in life, my little sister comes with the good and the somewhat less good.
but what i want you to know about her, more than anything else really, is that she’s got unquenchable inner strength. she’s so strong, that she often doesn’t even know it.
and yet, she always finds a way to harness her power within and come out on top. sure, the path to get there never seems to cut her any slack, but i am always amazed that she navigates it with a sense of humor, integrity and kindness. (she’s a much nicer person than me, let’s be honest.)
so sisters are weird. we love them, but they drive us crazy. they make great sidekicks, and the worst enemies. and through it all we somehow can’t help but wonder if they’re not the most imperfectly perfect reflection of ourselves.
so i’m thinking about you sister, in the country-that-will-remain-nameless. because man, you’re pretty cool shit.