Groundhog Day: No Sign of Her Shadow...

And did I mention the Big S word yet? SELFISH!!!!!!!!!!! I find anyone who would be invited anywhere who shows up and then demands the right to make the whole situation about them because they have no boundaries, and somewhere in that haze must feel like they are the world, they are the children. Did someone prepare and prepare for you and the other guests? Did they arrange everything for all guests comfort (yes, I said all guests, gasp, you mean there's others?) so that you, when perfectly primed could step on stage and start your tired, old look at me show? Well, obviously, cuz there you are. You need help. You need to realize that not everyone likes to watch you crash and burn. I know, unbelievable, right? After all, no one ever told you, so how could you possibly know?

This sibling and I are only one year and nine months apart, so we have literally grown up together, Our friends have never been the same, however, they are certainly well acquainted with each other, and in our case, with this sibling’s behavior. They are not kind. She knows this. She just continues to deny. I am angry with this. My friends tell me that she is (use any and all psychobabble you can summon here) I am incredulous. This is my sister. I love her. What can I do? Everyone knows that you cannot make that horse do anything with water, or oats or beer that they don't want to do themselves. I still want her to get it! I do not want to give up on her. For my own mental health, will I eventually have to stop? This is something that I think about a lot. I hate to see her embarrassment when I confront her. I do it anyway. I hate how she doesn't apply herself, and I know when she's about to fall into her predictability. It is Groundhog Day. Over and over and over. Why isn't she dizzy/ Why doesn't she just say OK time to get off, I don't want this. My favorite quote, attributed to Einstein is “The definition of insanity is repeating the same action over and over expecting a different outcome.”

She does not get it. I see that I have to shake the dust from my feet and move on. I hate to leave her behind, however, to me, life is a precious gift, and I realize that each one of us walks their path alone.