Roll call, sound off.
Sc is pretty boring.
I got something else out of being a middle child.
I got hand-me-downs and new things. I think that might be one of the root causes of why my older Brother hates me. We were buddies until the baby was born. Then I was the only one who was both a younger and older Brother.
Growing up I seemed to be the favorite among our many cousins.
When I was about 12-13 I had privileges my older Brother never had. I'd stay out late, then a year later I'd be gone for days, out having fun still going to school, make pitstops then cast off again, while the other 2 stayed home like they were supposed to. (Older Brother never had friends like mine where he could couch surf and enjoy adolescence like me). This would probably be "the middle child being neglected" but at thr same time we never liked getting too much attention from our parents cause they were pretty intense. Just being in the same room with them on a good day was frightening.
I wasn't taken seriously when I wanted to learn the guitar too. They thought it was me wanting what they gave my older Brother. I later broke out the old family guitar, put new strings on it, read a book on how to do that and how to tune it. I then ripped an E chord, ( everyone came running over it sounded so lovely ) it was off key, but the strings were tuned together. Fast forward, and I'm good at it.
I'm taller, faster, smarter, stronger and if I chose to be, the most dangerous. It sounds conceited but I think I'm my parent's finest offspring.
Am I the black sheep ? Maybe. I once never saw or spoke to my Father and older Brother for 7 years. Funny enough it was an older sibling we never knew who dragged me back home when I was 28 I think. My older Brother spoke many lies about me while I was away, that I was dangerous, or I costed the family business millions of dollars. Sometimes the extent of his insecurities flatter me, but it's not good.
My older Brother still doesn't accept that he's no longer the oldest. Instead he can join me in being in the middle, while being the small one of the lot.
The saga may continue, and so far Cane never killed God's favorite, Able.
I'm taller, faster, smarter, stronger and if I chose to be, the most dangerous. It sounds conceited but I think I'm my parent's finest offspring.
No siblings above or beneath me, that counts as the middle yes?
Single child syndrome is a completely different mindset.
Sc is pretty boring.
I'm taller, faster, smarter, stronger and if I chose to be, the most dangerous.
It sounds conceited but I think I'm my parent's finest offspring.
You kinda hate your bro, and like Chapo you brag about how you're the strongest one here. I smell bias.
Also as a general rule the first born tends to have the best genetics. There is somewhat the room for randomization from the cluster of traits from both parents, but each subsequent male born from the same mother report lower T-counts more often than not while showing softer, less masculine facial features as the mother's womb starts to actually fight against it.
Scientifically speaking as a matter of odds, your bro's likely stronger than you.
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I'm taller, faster, smarter, stronger and if I chose to be, the most dangerous.
It sounds conceited but I think I'm my parent's finest offspring.
You kinda hate your bro, and like Chapo you brag about how you're the strongest one here. I smell bias.
It's the other way around. But yes, I do dislike him. None of us except for my younger brother talk to him now.
Also as a general rule the first born tends to have the best genetics. There is somewhat the room for randomization from the cluster of traits from both parents, but each subsequent male born from the same mother report lower T-counts more often than not while showing softer, less masculine facial features as the mother's womb starts to actually fight against it.
Scientifically speaking as a matter of odds, your bro's likely stronger than you.
He's the smallest of the 4 of us, and he's a geek. The first time we had a major fallout, I draped him with my weak arm. He swung at me but couldn't reach. I was going to either pummel him or drown him in the nickel tank. I did nothing of the sort. Just holding him and making him stand where I want made my statement. I let him go and I left for good.
Things for were good after the oldest sibling brought me back, until my Father died. He tried to rob us. At one point he broke his foot and had to get a metal implant.
You can find this type of information all of the internet.
Anyway, this is the Middle Child Syndrome thread, and I'm writing about my personal experience growing up as one. What I am today is the most advanced. I'm smarter, faster stronger, and very talented.