I'm the youngest of five girls. (Yup 1 2 3 4 5) and because of this, I have been basically ignored for the past 30+ years. I've made my own personality, my own likes and dislikes and I'm pretty much my own woman these days.
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| I have a IRA for crying out loud! |
But it's obvious that some members of my family have not gotten the memo. My older sister seems to think I'm still the whiny 15 year old she used to drag around like a handbag everywhere so her jokes about the 15 year old Brooklynista are kind of lame to the over 30 Brooklynista who has outgrown being the butt of family jokes:
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| That kind of lame |
Since I don't share her enthusiasm or joy in making fun of me. I'm now also too sensitive. Because you know I don't like the fact that everything I say is either a joke or get an eye roll because you know I'm the hermit who doesn't go anywhere, is never going to get married, and doesn't have a life. Actually, sis, I do actually go out, I'm too busy to date and yes I will get married eventually. I love you but the last time I checked, It's like 15 or so years later and the Brooklynista isn't the same person. She's grown up, got a life and is happy where she's at. So. . .
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| Darnit!!! |
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