Well this is only going to inflate his ego more, but it's what I feel inspired to write about today...so here we go. I'm going to tell you all a little bit about my cousin/best friend Daniel. Really he is more like a brother than cousin and a friend even more so than either one of those. We have our little "tiffs" as i call them, arguments to everyone else. Well, they aren't always so little, but they are mostly about stupid shit that we shouldn't even be arguing about anyway. We are a lot alike, but also very very different. We share a lot of the same old fashioned values and morals, but try to be open minded about stuff too. We rarely agree on politics, it's been a huge issue in quite a few of our feuds.
In my mind's eye Daniel is an extremely Conservative-Republican, I on the other hand am often at times a Liberal-Democrat. (Though I personally label myself as a Conservative-Liberal, not even sure that that is a real term. I guess other's would call me an Independent. I probably would too, anyone who knows me really knows that I tend to be an Independent thinker.) Anyhow, let me get back to "The Beast" (a nickname for Daniel), if he is reading this he is probably thinking the same thing..."Yes, lets get back to me!!!" Lol.
I believe that everyone, well everyone that actually uses the good sense God gave them comes to their belief system themselves through their life experiences. So being that no two individuals share exactly the same experiences with life, that no two people, no matter how close, are going to have the exact same thoughts, beliefs, politics, etc. Now Daniel and I came from the same eclectic family, but we think a lot different about certain things, but then again we agree on a lot too.
One thing that I think makes us so close is that we usually knows what the other's feelings or thoughts about something is. He knows when I'm full of shit, and I know when he is. Oh, I let him think that he is pulling the wool over my eyes at times...but no...Daniel, I'm used to smelling your brand of bull-shit! Haha, I can recognize it now when I smell it! (That's also the same thing I tell my brother and father when they think they're getting one past me too.) Like when we were kids, we would play card games all the time. (Our family is filled with gambling addicts, so we've picked up a game or two.) Daniel would always cheat me. He would even lure our Grandma in to helping him make up elaborate rules that always seemed to only benefit him! And she would go along with it. I don't look back on this as them doing something mean, Grandma loved to play jokes on people, but Daniel was a little crook!
Don't think I didn't get my own revenge though. I would absolutely torture him, his brother, and my little brother with my spoiled brat ways. When we where at Grandma's I usually got my way, so I was the one with "remote control control"...and I knew just how to make them squirm. I being a child of the MTV generation would watch shows like The Real World, Road Rules, Singled Out, and stuff like that...stuff they hated! They would run to Grandma and tell her to make me change it to something they wanted to watched, 9 times out of 10 she would in return tell them "She had the remote first, so leave her alone." HaHa! See where being a little crooked card shark gets you! :P
I would also torture them when it came to us having to go somewhere with Grandma, I always got the front seat. Not only over them, but adults too. My uncle would get so mad when Grandma would tell him that I was setting up front and she would put him in the back. There were times when people would get so mad at this that they would flat out refuse to go if they were going to have to sit back there. I should have let my elders have that seat, but nope, I was Grandma's girl and I wanted to always be right beside her. (Looking back I realize what a spiteful little brat I was.)
But the boys would get me back. They were at times little devil children. Our Grandma had an old outhouse down in the back of her yard. Well when I was a little girl I had amassed a huge collection of Barbie dolls. Every summer the boys would get a ton of fireworks and fire crackers, then they would gang up on me, distract me, and one would steal a Barbie or two. They would then run off, tie my dolls up in their illegal torture devices and call for me. I would go and see what they wanted only to find them back there at the outhouse, with my poor defenseless toy strung up like a hostage, lit up in firecrackers, then chucked down the shit hole, only to explode in a crappy mess. Now if that isn't sick and evil I don't know what is.
Well we're grown up now, and I'm hip to his little ways. He still will randomly make up these elaborate stories and tell them to me with such conviction, only for me to believe them and then him bust out laughing...deep down he is still a crook, he just has a new medium to torture me with. I try hard to recognize these webs of lies before I get to believing them, and before he gets the pleasure of luring me into them. You damn Beast! ;)
In the past few months, I've seen him mature more than at times in life I ever thought he would. Not that he is immature, he is overly mature sometimes for a guy of his age...just that he is taking steps and making commitments more so boldly than I thought was possible for him. And I must say I am very proud of him. Me telling someone my true feelings towards them is an extremely difficult thing for me to do. Now if I don't like you, that is one thing...I have no problem letting that be known. I figure that only does me a favor, if someone knows that I don't like them from the start them they usually avoid me and I don't have to feel bad for avoiding them. But telling people that I do love them and stuff like that is difficult.
But there you go. In trying to stay on a positive path through life, I'm opening up about my feelings towards life and the people in mine. I hope me telling the world that I think Daniel is a brilliant, charismatic young man doesn't blow his head up too much. If so, I'm sure I can find a way to bring him back down a few notches! But Daniel is truly one of my favorite people, one of my best friends, and foes. My favorite cousin. He listens to my bitching and tries to offer advice, though I'm not always so keen on taking it. I wish him a life of health and happiness, and for me the insight to recognize his bullshit before he feeds me too much of it!
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