Comparison

Have you ever be compared to?

Do you like it?

Well, I suppose it doesn't bother too much if we're on the 'good' side of the road, if you're the one with more skill, more beauty, more diligence, more everything positive (or so they thought).

But what happens when you're the one that's lacking all of the above?

I've never had a sister in my whole life.

And luckily, my Mom and Dad, never seem to compare me with other kids.

They're never, like, "Look, that child is pretty, you should dress up more often like her." or, "Hey, you should be more like your cousin, she's very smart, she has a job now, and she's only 2 years older than you." or blah blah BS. So, yes, I AM very lucky to have parents like them :)

But hey, what do you know, now I'm living with my Grandma, and guess what!

SHE LIKES TO COMPARE ME WITH OTHER COUSINS!

Nice isn't it? NOT.

She always blahblah about how cousin A could cook, how cousin B had a job, how cousin C is now on internship program in Aussie and got $10 per hour. Well, you can say that I'm okay with what she compared me to on cousin B and C, but I can't stand it when she compare me with cousin A. I know her. She, how perfect she may be to her (Gran's), ought to have weaknesses too. Gran's doesn't know her like I do, so, to be compared to her, made me frown and laughless this morning.

So what if I can't cook? Would you like me better if I cook?

This also reminds me that, hey, I don't have many things to brag about.

I can't even drive a car properly. And I can't cook. And I don't have a job. And I go to university here, in Jakarta, not in Aussie or UK or Neverland.

Yes, my English is kinda fluent for someone who never sign up for any English course, but then she's from China, she'd expect me to be fluent in Chinese. She doesn't care if I could speak and write and read English. SHE CAN'T.

Not that I complain what I can and cannot do, but I just hate the thought that I am not what people want me to be. And don't get me wrong, I DON'T want to be what THEY WANT me to be. But isn't that mean that they don't love me for the way I am? I wish people would just stop judging me for what I can and cannot do and live with it. Because I am me. I don't know how to be somebody else. Nobody taught me to be somebody I'm not. And for this, I'm thanking my Parents for such a great job. Thank you Mom and Dad, for loving me the way I am. Me, who can't cook. Me, who can't drive properly. Me, who don't seem to have any special pluses and skills. Me, who you can't brag about. Me.

And I don't want this post to make people think that I have an evil Grandma. She's not evil. She's not annoying most of the time, she just likes to compare, and I happen to hate that.