Ahh…this is the official entry #4. I felt like singing, 'the hills are aliveeeeee, to the sound of muuuusiiiiiiiiic’.
Honestly when I read the new entry, my excitement was like waiting for my Java Mint Frappucino with whipped cream to be ready on the Starbucks counter all glowing like shopping mall on a festive day…and the irony of my stomach feels like there's a biochemical war going on as it won't stop churning and corroding my epithelium wall. Hah. For this entry, forget those scientific studies…those psychologists. It’s human nature.
Now, now…when I said human nature, what I meant is that all of us were born with purposes. The studies claimed that for elder siblings they are more matured, responsible and all the things that humans realised when they married. For me, speaking as one of the elder ones, those naturally feeling were born with us. Everyone is born with responsibility...as in feeling responsible. It’s a matter of time when it show. Even if we are not blood related, as the oldest in a group, it’s natural to feel more ‘adult’.
My point of nagging is that, the theory is concluded based on what showed most on these siblings. Actually, it all depended on how the way we grew up. Yes, the theory might be applicable on kids but as they grew up, it changes. The responsibility changed. Human evolves over time so does this ‘theory’. Although, I wanted as much as people labelled me responsible, matured, perfectionist, an excellent leader…(and the list goes on).
Now, the statement for middle child being neglected...OH, I BEG TO DIFFER. Truth is, if you're the only son, did you ever count how much worth your Hot Wheels, Matchbox, and Lego sum up to compare with the dresses and shoes bought for your sisters? In my say, the middle child should be grateful for not being in the center if attention, least they can get away with no one EVER noticing. And the "not over-achiever" thingy? Well, the eldest had been through Hell to HAVE TO BE the PERFECT EXAMPLE so of course the second would be...second. Ahem.
The irony is, as the elder among my siblings, I shamelessly would say that I'm not the most responsible being and perhaps the leader of a rebellion...if you wanted a babysitter for your kids, find my little brother (and by little he's 170cm and waiting for his SPM results)...and if you wanted someone to cook for you...find my little sister (and by little she's the only one who's still in school, sitting her PMR this year and 150cm...how on Earth I'm still 149cm?!?!!). There...find me if you wanted to cry out your heart, fixing up your printer, cleaning up your mess, be mean to naughty little kids who hurt you, yell out orders that your Mum wanted you to do until you get bored of my Steve Tyler's voice and saving your (insert informal word of your gluteus maximus) from your Dad's lawn mower. There goes my pride as an eldest. But hey, I'm being honest. Gimme credit for that.
From the keyboard,
The Rebellious Elder
P/S: by the time you realised that I'm pretty much spouting nonsensical logic...it might be too late.