Sunday, July 18, 2010
A Metaphor in a Single Image
This is a picture of my sister doing my hair, sometimes in the early-to-mid Nineties. Judging on that... amazing turtleneck and jumper combo, I'm guessing that I am around... 10 years old? Maybe younger? Mom would know.
Frankly, I think the real story in this picture is how anyone got me to wear a turtleneck, a pink (red?) jumper, and opaque white tights. Ah, the things we do to make our mothers happy.
Anyway, back to the point.
I feel like this photo is an incredible metaphor for my life-long relationship with my older sister.
She is the middle child, I am the youngest.
This is how things go:
Something fairly undramatic happens. I flail around, make faces, or otherwise make the act seem as tragic and horrifying as possible, while Christina calmly continues about what she's doing and gets the completely banal undramatic job done while I'm still working hard to create the illusion of suffering.
Look at my face there.
Look at how I'm suffering.
Plays have been written, nay, epic poems about the sort of pain I'm living through there.
Life is so hard when your sister does your hair.
Well, life is so hard when your sister does your hair while you're wearing opaque white tights, a turtleneck, and a pink (red?) jumper. Honestly, I don't think I can be held responsible for any dramatic fits I threw while wearing that outfit.