Once upon a time there was a little princess, who had two loving brothers...
That's how it should start, only it does not. There is nothing wrong with my infancy, childhood and adolescence. It would have been a pretty normal experience, if it were not for my brothers. Do you know what it is like to have two older brothers who, not only are successful in whichever field they decided they wanted to try out, but who also knew all my friends and went to the same school I afterwards attended?
It is bad knowing that I am a girl, and as such my parents incited me to more feminine activities, but there is no need to show how guys are better, in certain cases... I could not go out to play with other kids because "they were MALE , and a girl does not know what those evils might do to a poor defenseless girl".Pity that THIS defenseless girl knew how to kick, bite and use nails as well, if not better, than any guy. Then, to my consternation, I even had to see how those 'evils', that my brothers were supposed to be, being guys, were treated deferencially at home, as if they were kings of the whole world... Talking about unfair treatement!!!
To make things worse, I made the unfortunate decision to join some volleyball club. I was not the best player around, I admit, but I was able to play, at least. All the veiled criticism masked as encouragement, comparing my sportive career to that of my brothers was not something that lifted my ego bruised by a series of losses... Adding insult to injury, the majority of the girls in my team were drooling whenever my brothers deigned to come off Olympus and visit their mortal sister during one her match...
Those things in themselves, would not be so bad if it were not that we went to the same schools, had the same teachers and in addition, their friends' brothers were in my class as well. So it ended up that not only there were continuous comparison between our scholastic career, but I also had to be careful in my every action otherwise someone would refer to my brothers what naughty things I did at school, adn in their turn, those wolves just waited for the chance to bait me and laugh at my expenses... Why did Eve have Cain and Abel? Wasn't one enough?
Luckily for me, those things, though I considered them not better than hell at the time I was experiencing them, are not so different from memories of my past, now. So I can regard them with a sweet feeling, though I still have to find who was it who told N. that I liked him!!!!