I know especially these days when everyone thinks all babies are cute and adorable… bleugh.. Makes me sick!!
What I think are, each baby is born with a small dose of good and a small dose of evil and when they’re born the decision is made to be good or bad, I don’t know something to do with the counteract with the oxygen I’d presume. I’m talking from experience here I really am. Take me for example, the angelic child of the family, my cousin a White, four days older than me.. the opposite!! We share the same environment the same family and still she, who will not be named due to legal reasons (And the fact she’s so evil she’d hit me for pronouncing her evilness to the world), are quite the opposite. She’s one of the ‘bad eggs’.
I remember that day well, seven years old, in the garden on Christmas day, me being the angelic child I am was happy sitting there playing with my new Betty Spaghetti doll, but no miss trouble maker there decided it would be a fun joke to plan on the family if we pretended we got kidnapped. Yes you heard me KIDNAPPED!!!!!! Long story short and domestic family scenes cut down the turkey was burnt and the Christmas was ruined… If that’s not pure evil then what is!!.
So I continue, another case, yet again another cousin this time it’s dare I say it worse. A little, in my words ‘demented’, ‘brat’. This nine year old, well I think she’s nine I don’t like her enough to care. She is in my opinion one of those horrible little doll like girls that should be sent to a military school, I'm not kidding she really should.
It began from a young age, 9am on a Saturday morning and she was there, at my bedroom door. Yes!! You heard me, MY personal, private bedroom door at 9am on a weekend screaming..
‘WHO’S GOING TO PLAY WITH ME’!!! we all knew who the phrase was directed at, I just can’t even… ,as well as that her ‘Phrase of the day’ ‘’Dork’’. Everyone’s a dork!. I'm a dork, you’re a dork, even the poor bloody cats a dork!. Even though this little brat has the privilege to be around my goodness all day, she’s still bad.
Blame the parents some may say, that’s what I said! Until the other one arrived, the cute one. The angelic one, the one that’s similar to me. A Saint!! A blessing!!
Same parents, same house, same environment and still…. I rest my case.