Siblings.

So. I turned sixteen the other day. People haven't been asking me what it's like to be sixteen, but they have been asking me what my sweet sixteen was like. It kinda stunk. Well. that's a lie. It was good, because my brother was home, and I got to spend some time with my whole family. And I got a lot of nice stuff, and... My family said happy birthday, and the second half of the day I spent with my dad, and he took me to a hockey game, and then out to dinner, and I had an amazing time! But...

Okay so I know that I complain about everything... And a lot of you guys most likely hate me for it, but I feel like sometimes, people should try to put aside their problems to try to make someone's day better. Now, let me tell you, I love my siblings, a ton. I would literally die for them, but...sometimes they make me really upset.

On the day of my sixteenth birthday, my siblings were fighting. With each other (not much) with their significant others, and although not much, with me too. Probably not needless to say, by the middle of the day  I was pretty upset, and no one really seemed to be having a good time. When we got to lunch, it was a lot better, but still, there was quite a lot of tension that was going around the table we were all sitting at.

My day got better when I went off to a hockey game and it was just me and my dad, because unlike my sibs, he got a good nights rest and once there were two people, there were many less arguments that could be thrown around. What does that say? Does that say that the source of Jenny's pain is her siblings?

Nope. And seriously, if you think that.... you're an older sibling. Or... something else. I don't know.  What it does say, is me and my dad tend to get along better than me and siblings, at least when we are at a hockey game. I'm pretty sure that we get along better in general, because he's my dad, and not my sibling.

Now. After this story, what does this say about me? It seems to say that my siblings and I always fight, and we don't get along very well, and i would rather be with my father than with my siblings.

This, is not how I view my relationship with my siblings at all. I'm the baby, and I've always thought that my siblings get along with each other better than how they got along with me. They have assured me that this is not true, but being the baby and in my stubbornness, I don't believe them. But I do love them. A ton.

One of my siblings is in college now, and is actually graduating sometime in the nearish future and one time a few years ago I was really sick with a terrible stomach bug. What did my sibling do? He made me soup, tea, and took care of me the entire time.

One of my other siblings was once crying, and she was talking to someone on her cell phone. What me and my other siblings do? Well, we pounced. I personally was ready to kill the person on the other side of the phone, for making my sister cry. As it turned out it was all a major misunderstanding and she was pretty much fine. My siblings and I protect each other.

So... In conclusion, I turned 16. Nothing feels different. My siblings and I fight a lot. I get along with my dad. I can't live without my siblings.

WHY IS LIFE SO CONFUSING