My sister is a bitch

Hello all...of no one

A little pessimistic for an opening, I know. But the way I see it, at least I'm honest here, and you've got love me for that.....right?

Moving on....

My sister is bitch. Now before you go off this page or jump to your own very, very deluded conclusions, let me at least explain the reason for that statement.

I love her to pieces, but she has got to be the most judgmental person I know, and she doesn't even realize it. at all.

Now you may be thinking well, kt lemons, how did you even get to this here place?!( and yes, my thoughts have a southern drawl to them)

Well, my dear no one, this has been a conclusion in the making. I guess, to answer my own southern conscience, I realized this back in high school.

She has always been very type A, and obsessive compulsive in the most controlling way imaginable, but it was endearing.

Kind of....like a mad scientist who obsesses over his clean white, white mice and loafers.

Makes very little sense, but you accept it anyway.

Well we were arguing over gods knows what, and I had this revelation of some sort.It must be so exhausting to live life the way she does. To have everything tightly contained in each little box, with the lid snapped completely shut, thank you very much.

To analyze and second guess every decision or mistake you make/made, no matter how menial in the grand scheme of things.

How can someone live their life like that?

To stand on the cliff of life, to afraid, or self conscious or indecisive to jump?! or not jump?!

It literally blows my brain.

How could you even begin to think, about living life like that??!