This is the post my Uncle has been waiting for for a while. He said the moment I got out of his house I’d be blogging about how horrible my little cousins are, how absolutely annoying they can be. He’s got a valid point, but I’m actually going to have to disagree.
I like being around my cousins, in general. Sure, they can be a little pesky, clingy, and loud. But then I remember how cool I thought it was when I had a chance to hang out with my older cousin Kyra, or another older kid, especially when they’d play with me.
Now, I know that reminiscing doesn’t mean I have to follow suit. I could just be standoffish and leave my cousins to their fighting over the Playstation, but I don’t work like that. Even if they can be pesky, they can be fun to be around and play with as long as you’re willing to overlook the times they annoy the hell out of you.
And, let’s not underestimate the feelings of absolute adoration you get when you’re a fun older kid to be around. It’s like being a minor god. You’ve got all the little kids offering you their praise in return for blessing them with your presence.
Once, when I was in a bit of a sour mood, I told my cousin I’d stop reading my book and play cards with him if he paid me money. The money came out so fast I don’t even know where he pulled it from. I wouldn’t have taken it, but that kind of power feels good.
So, although the cousins might be a little crazy and annoying, I like to be around them. I like to think that hopefully I’ll be a good influence to their life and they’ll look back and remember the fun times they had when I played Pokemon cards and sword fights with them. Even if I feel foolish as an adult-ish type playing pretend, I certainly certainly don’t mind making their day when I’ve got nothing better to do.
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