You beat them up, and protect them from smaller predators, as they’re your punching bag and no one else’s.
It didn’t work for me, mine was younger enough that beating up his bullies would send me to prison. All I got to do was call him names, and that’s only half the fun.
Which is ridiculous! As an oldest child, I know that my little brother didn’t have any needs like my little sister or I did. Every few weeks, there’d be a door slam or a yelled, “WHY DOESN’T ANYONE PAY ATTENTION TO ME!?”, which let us know he was still alive and obviously thriving if he had enough energy to make so much noise.
Unlike here where it’s all embittered middle children in their 40s in their mom’s basement
lol the dig at middle children got me. I don’t even know what it insinuates but it feels delightfully petty.
Middle children are stereotyped as overlooked. (And desperate for attention but not getting any.)
Well shit, as the oldest that just makes me want to give them that attention. Is that a stereotype too?I’m the youngest sibling now. Please direct all defense requests to my older sibling.
Older siblings are either righteous defenders of the downtrodden or attention hogs blinded by the limelight.
Ah, understood. Unfortunately I dislike attention and am wicked, and therefore must apply for reassignment.
Sounds like youngest kid talk to me
Excellent, I will notify my bother that I am the younger sibling now.
Update: he accepted the role of eldest and agreed to fight my battles for me.
¿Por que no los dos?
I thought the stereotype was that we beat the shit out of the younger siblings. Gotta keep those lil shits in line.
You beat them up, and protect them from smaller predators, as they’re your punching bag and no one else’s.
It didn’t work for me, mine was younger enough that beating up his bullies would send me to prison. All I got to do was call him names, and that’s only half the fun.
Hey it’s like Russian military! They have a very strict beating order
Which is ridiculous! As an oldest child, I know that my little brother didn’t have any needs like my little sister or I did. Every few weeks, there’d be a door slam or a yelled, “WHY DOESN’T ANYONE PAY ATTENTION TO ME!?”, which let us know he was still alive and obviously thriving if he had enough energy to make so much noise.
Fuck you I’m the youngest child and I’m in my 30s. And my mom doesn’t even have a basement (I live in the attic)
For real, I’m the youngest in my late 30s and my parents don’t have a basement either(I moved out in 2022)
Hey, I’ll have you know I have a room above the garage. I have my dignity!
It’s a carriage house!
So, which half of the horse costume are you, then?
Excuse me buddy, I resemble that remark
You know when you get called out so hard you have to laugh your ass off? Like, give em the W, they earned it?