My Relatives Do Not Understand Me

[siamesa]

And I Do Not Understand Them.

This is best illustrated with a group of four cousins- me, the oldest, a proud and self-proclaimed nerd who spends her spare time writing fan fiction about people in spaceships.  My little sister, the socialite-in-Hollister who considers us all a hideous embarassment.  My cousin, who plays electric guitar and wears black.  And my little brother, Mostly Likely At His Elementary School To Build A Working Jet Engine.

We get along in the sense that we constantly toss quips at each other and make fun of the various hobbies we have.  My cousin and I both enjoy watching MST3K, so we can talk about that.  My sister and I both... um... yeah...  I'm sure we have something in common.  Animals!  We both like animals.  Even if she hates my cat and her rabbits chew on my things.  And my little brother and I get along due to the nessecity of banding together to survive living with my sister.  He also likes Star Wars and Avatar, so he fulfills all the important requirements for a little brother, plus bonus guinea pigs.

But I had a decent conversation with them!  We could discuss things!  Such as shipping.  And why sister and cousin have radically different tastes in music.

Sister:  Paramore is awesome!
Cousin:  Paramore's OK.  Better than most of your stuff...  Now, Gogol Bordello, that's a band...
Sister: Gigilo?
Cousin:  Gogol Bordello!
Me: Go Go Bordello?
Cousin: GOGOL!   You do this every time I say their name!

Gosh, I wonder why...

For the record, I have about equal opinions of both bands.  This goes for most music with me.  As long as I can make a little music video in my mind, I'm happy.