What's a Sister?

I get that everyone plays a different role in different people's lives. For example, the kinda role I play in someone's life is different than the role I play in another's, and those two people will probably have different thoughts about me because they will have different experiences with me.

Take my sister. She's not a bad person. At least I don't think she is...she gets good grades, she's involved in school, she works hard at her job, she has a lot of friends. All of that together must mean that in general, she's a good person. And in other people's lives, probably most people's lives, she is seen in a positive light. But in my life story, she is a brat - and that's putting it nicely.

I don't understand. I have tried several times to make a relationship between us work, for years. We've never, in our entire lives, been on good terms. Perhaps when we were wee little youngsters, but for as long as I can remember, we've been arch enemies. I have tried to be a "sister" to my sister, but to be honest, I'm not entirely sure what that word even means. I've tried taking her out on "dates". I took her to Benihana's one year for her birthday. Another year I tried to take her shopping at Arbor Lakes. Some other time we tried doing a sister date at Salsaritas. What did I get for my birthday? A four page hate letter. Yup.

Things improved for a little while during the school year. She wrote me a letter apologizing for stuff and we went on a date to Red Lobster and out shopping. We talked on facebook back and forth. Things were good. I reallly thought summer would be different. I was wrong. Things have gone right back to square one. She's back to being a total complete brat. When I tried talking to her about it, about why she's so different now that it's summer when we had been getting along so great, she calls me a fake bitch and won't explain things to me because she says she can't even stand talking to me.

I get that in most people's life story she's a great person, but in my life's story, she's mean, nasty, rude, and inconsiderate. I'm not saying I'm perfect. Lord knows I've done my fair share of mean stuff to her. But that was before. Back when we were younger. And she won't let it drop. At least that's what she said in her hate letter to me, that the biggest reason was the past, and she just wouldn't let the past go. Which is frustrating, because life would be much easier for both of us if she did.

I feel like I shouldn't write about this, that it's not appropriate to talk about this situation in a blog. But who cares. Why have a blog if I'm not gonna be totally open? Isn't that the point of a blog? And if my sister reads this, then maybe it'll be a good thing. Maybe it'll influence her to act differently. Or maybe it'll really piss her off and she'll be even meaner. At this point, I really don't care. I go back to school in two weeks anyway.