Growing up, I never thought I would regret being an only child. My parents had always asked me every single year if I wanted a brother or sister, and at my elementary age, I had no thoughts about the benefits of a sibling; I only considered the fact that I would have to share. Naturally, I would yell “NO!!” in a fierce demanding manner and life would go on as the lone child in the family.
Up until the beginning of high school, I had no second doubts about the matter because my friends would always tell me stories about how pissed off they were at their siblings and how much they hated them. I could never understand so I would just sympathize with them. Not all my friends had the same issues though. Some had loving relationships with their siblings and it made me a tad bit jealous seeing brothers and sisters who got along perfectly. I always wonder how much I would have changed if I had grown up with a sibling.
I never had to look out for a younger sibling so I simply channel that into my overprotectiveness of my friends and/or girlfriend. Since I spent the majority of my life alone at home with no one to talk to, I value my close friends. I know that people considered me annoying and over-talkative in school but I try hard not to act that way; I just never talk at home so I take my opportunity outside of the house to interact as much as possible with other people.
I wonder if I will end up with a son or daughter and whether or not he/she will have siblings too. I guess that’s my personal choice since I will be doing the dirty deeds, but who knows, maybe just like my parents, I’ll let my child decide if he wants to take the lonely path.