The love between siblings

Woah Sid get's personal again!

I spent my Friday evening at my sister's place, because it was her birthday (well technically her birthday was Saturday, but she had other guests then...) Anywho, spending an evening with all three of my siblings got me thinking of "the love between siblings", mostly because both my older siblings moved out before I turned 10, my older brother did move in again after while, but not for very long at a time.
People often say that the love between a mother and child is the strongest, but I think in some cases the love between siblings can be stronger, and more complicated. Because in the relationship between siblings is not only love, but also envy and hate, not real hate though, it's a different kind of love-hate, this might all sound a bit weird, but most of what goes on inside my head is a bit weird.
But, the person I've had the most fights with in my life is my younger brother, (I once bit him so hard in the shoulder he was blue for two weeks...) but my younger brother is also the person I'm most protective of, I think that if anything bad ever happened to him I would blame myself, even if I had nothing to do with it, because he's always been my responsibility.
It's the same with my older brother I think, he is probably the meanest person I know, he teases me, and because he's know me all my life, he knows all my most ticklish places, and he knows exactly what to say to piss me off. But at the same time he'd never let anyone else hurt me (he also has this thing about wanting to beat all my possible boyfriends up, so I guess, in a way it's good that Chris lives so far away). And even though most of the time he wants to be a strong manly man, he's not afraid of not being that in front of me. And even though my older brother is the meanest of my three siblings, he's the one I'd go to with my problems.
My sister is probably the person who can  me the most, because she knows me so well, she knows just what to say to hurt me, she's the person I hate fighting with the most, but again, on the other hand she's also the best at cheering me up when I'm down.

So, even if the love between a mother and child is the strongest, I think my siblings know me far better than my mother does.

Another little story

I had honestly no idea what to write about today, so I figured you might as well read a short story I wrote during the summer holiday. It's not long, still in process, and faaaar from perfect and it sounds very Danish but oh who cares I just hope you guys will enjoy it anyway! It is called: Seeds of Sorrow

He mostly looks like a wounded soldier by the way he is walking around. The upper part of his body is bare and he has an unbelievable suffering expression glued on his face.

“It hurts like hell!” he moans and softly touches his right shoulder. (Sissy). A huge red mark can be seen there but at this very moment it is covered in yogurt. Dad’s brilliant idea. (Idiotic). The door closes behind him and dad stands still in the kitchen. Mom continues to chop the watermelon. The seeds dance on the table. A distressing is heard behind the closed door but nothing happens. The clock is ticking. (Wimp). The door opens and dad, who is still standing like a statue, finally turns around.

“Did it help?” It is clearly the yogurt-idea he is talking about. The “soldier” walk and expression disappears from his face and a pathetic and crying one appears. (Cry-baby). The glittering tears are running and he is inconsolable.

“Argh, it hurts like FUCK!” he sobs angrily while dad is giving him comforting words which obviously don’t have any effect. The seeds of the watermelon lie on the floor but no one even looks at them. (Fool.)

 “Maybe you’ve been stung by something which you’re allergic to?” Dad suggests and looks a bit hopeful.

“Yes life,” I say. (Twerps). 

I hope you enjoyed this - goodnight! 

The complications of a long-distance relationship - Sid's life

Okay, time for another one of the personal blogs!
I've now been in a long-distance relationship for almost two months, I know that doesn't sound like a long time, but we've spend a lot of time talking, much more than I've ever done with guys who are actually here, near me...

But, like with any other relationship, a long-distance relationship have it's complications.
The first I've encountered is getting hold of each other, because it's very expensive to send text messages or call someone who's in a different country, it is for me at least. This means that I have to go to a place with an internet connection, and wait for Chris to come online. But because we're both nerds, who prefer staying at home, in front of our computers, this is a problem that we rarely have... But it does happen that one of us have to wait several hours for the other one.

Then there is the complication of culture, language and time-differences... Well, with time differences, there's not really a problem for us, because Chris is Northern Irish, and there's only an hour's difference between us.
And I guess the Danish and British cultures aren't that different really that different. The thing that annoys me the most, is that since I'm Scandinavian I grew up with Astrid Lindgren, and Chris had never heard of "Brothers Lionheart" till I told him about it, and that was possibly the movie I watched the most in my childhood, well that and Pippi...
When it comes to language, oh, I've lost count of the times I've been yelled at because of Danish, I remember the time I was yelled at for the way we name animals the best. Chris got very angry when he found out that a hedgehog is named "stickpig", and he yelled at me for 20 minutes, and at the end I was crying and he was yelling louder and louder.

Then there is the thing I've been asked about, the physical part, and I guess, what I have to say about that is: when you're in a long-distance relationship you'll have to rely less on the physical part, and more on understanding each other, you'll have to be able to just talk for hours.

And Chris says: meh...

Being evil means I like you...

I’ve found it very difficult to associate with people from other countries without “hurting” their feelings because I’m a Dane which means I have a special way of saying: “I like you, my friend!” People in Denmark have a pretty dark humor and we use a lot of irony and sarcasm and I’m not even exaggerating. For example if my one of my friends says: “Don’t you think I look absolutely stunning today?” while looking like dog-poop, I’ll say with a lot of irony: “You look soooo beautiful today dear!”

Okay that be a bad example anyway that is how I'd react in any situation like that. I think a better example would be how I talk/speak to my friends. Saying: "I hate you!" to one of your friends/classmates means: "You're a great friend!" or "It's not fair that you're right!" depending on the situation. You still have to keep in mind while saying these things out loud you have to use a special kind of tone in your voice. It is very hard to describe in words but when you're pronouncing this "insult" you need to say it kindly and with a smile in your soul - or something like that. Anyway back to my point! Being mean is very Danish, I suppose, and because of our sarcasm and irony we tend to say something cruel to people we love though we actually mean the opposite. We got a saying: "Den man elsker, tugter man" which means (something like) "You pick on the people you love". Some people tend to be very confused by this "evilness" but don't fear my not-Danish friends - it simply means that I like you, if I say that I hate you. That is sooo not confusing at all...