Nyaruai

Photo Courtesy Growing up, I ruled my siblings with the same iron fist my parents ruled me with. I beat the daylights out of those two. I cannot recall a single point in my life where I was the cool elder sibling, but it would seem my sister has nestled into the position pretty well. Growing up further, I have carried this draconian madness through my life into my friendships and relationships, an aspect that has had me driving them both off a cliff into a ravine. In fact, if you squint hard enough on street view, you will see that ravine somewhere in the middle of Relationship County (because where else), you will see a spot full of relationships I have thrown there, after they cut me off, probably as a part of their new year’s resolution. They will then text back to get a retweet or their YouTube link that I will open accidentally in 6 months. Mostly I never really noticed it, because it would seem, like my concentration, during disagreements, I have the empathic span of a carr