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I posted awhile ago about wanting to get in touch with my sister. Long story short, we have the same father but different mothers and people being what they are, we weren't raised together and are basically strangers. She is six years older than I am.

Anyway, found her on the BookFace, and... she is basic. Small town minivan driving almost Tea Party sheeple-style "post this if you love your son" white lady basic.

I'm disappointed. Crushed, even. I don't know what I was expecting to find, but this wasn't it. I don't think our relationship will ever be anything but superficial and I'm sad about that. But I'm about to turn 40, she's about to turn 46, maybe that's all we'd have time for anyway.


On the other hand, finding out what she's like has really made me grateful and appreciative of the fact that I moved away from that small town, from that small town mindset, and saw a little bit of the world and the people in it. Where I live now is incredibly diverse, and WeePiglet goes to school with a true rainbow of kids. Many faces, many faiths, many languages, and for that I could not be more thankful.

Who knows what I would have been like, had I stayed where I was. Maybe I would have turned out like she did. Maybe not. I just... I have all this new information about my sister that I didn't have before and I kind of wish I didn't.

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