16 Times I Think I Would Be A Different Girl If I Had A Brother

16 Times I Think I Would Be A Different Girl If I Had A Brother

Being an only child is cool, but sometimes I wish I had a brother.

Don't get me wrong, I love being an only child. I got so much one-on-one time with my both my parents. I had my own name at school. I was able to grow into my own person, and I didn't have to share the spotlight.

But I always wanted a brother. I wanted a brother because I always got along better with the boys at school. They didn't pick on me or make fun of my clothes. They just wanted to play. I always thought I was meant to be a someone's sister. Here is every time I like think it would be better if I had a brother:

1. When I was being bullied in grade school.

I always thought if I had a brother, older or younger, he wouldn't let the bullying happen to me.

2. When I was lonely on a Saturday afternoon.

Almost every Saturday between the ages of 6 and 10.

3. When I had my first heartbreak.

In high school, boys are mean. I went along with their games without reading the rules. I know a brother wouldn't let me be so dumb.

4. When I was the only child on a family vacation.

Road trips before headphones and portable DVD players, I learned "how to annoy everyone else in the car." Having a brother would've been a totally different experience.

5. When I discovered my love of hockey.

In hopes that my brother would like hockey like I do.

6. When I needed help to cover up how hungover I really was.

"No mom, it's just a headache." Brothers know better. They won't always make it better (banging pans, opening shades, playing loud music), but they could cover it up.

7. When I could use a little friendly competition.

Growing up, I had no one to compare grades, achievements, or goals to. Which is okay, but it gets boring after 16 years of schooling!

8. When I was the oldest and only for grade school events.

1 is the loneliest number that you'll ever know.

9. When I forgot how to talk to boys after puberty.

I was always shy growing up. Then once boys hit their growth spurts, voices started changing and I suddenly didn't know who they were. I didn't know how to talk to them until after I got my drivers' license and finally had something cool to talk about.

10. When I needed someone else to blame for the spilled milk.

I got blamed for everythinggggggggg. Of course I was the only one to blame.

11. When I saw my other friends have a strong friendship with their brothers.

Most of my friends I grew up with had older brothers. I always admired them and wished I was as lucky as my friends to have an older brother to annoy me and protect me. They don't know how blessed they really are.

12. When I needed someone to split the chores list with.

Wax on, Wax off, Wax on, Wax off.

13. When I was little and couldn't open a pickle jar by myself.

Pickles are a staple in my diet. If you are what you eat, I would be a giant pickle. But the jar can be hard to open, especially for little girls. Jars of pickles are heavier than they appear let me tell ya!

14. When I lost a parent.

Losing a parent was one of the hardest things in me life. I lost someone I was so close with, someone who held half my heart. I still live with that pain every day, and I always think it would be comforting to have a brother who understands.

15. When I needed someone to scare the boy that was going to break my heart.

I have been taken advantage of by boys. I have been searching for gentlemen, but I have trouble finding the right one. I know brothers are very protective and they can smell the trouble a mile away. I wish I had someone looking out for me.

16. When I lost my confidence in myself.

For the longest time, I forgot who I was. I put myself in the dark and I didn't feel like I could be myself. I just needed a reminder. I know if I had grown up with someone and share so many memories and lessons together we'd be able to keep confidence in each other.

Cover Image Credit: Bess Hamiti

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5 Perks Of Having A Long-Distance Best Friend

The best kind of long-distance relationship.

Sometimes, people get annoyed when girls refer to multiple people as their "best friend," but they don't understand. We have different types of best friends. There's the going out together best friend, the see each other everyday best friend and the constant, low maintenance best friend.

While I'm lucky enough to have two out of the three at the same school as me, my "low maintenance" best friend goes to college six hours from Baton Rouge.

This type of friend is special because no matter how long you go without talking or seeing each other, you're always insanely close. Even though I miss her daily, having a long-distance best friend has its perks. Here are just a few of them...

1. Getting to see each other is a special event.

Sometimes when you see someone all the time, you take that person and their friendship for granted. When you don't get to see one of your favorite people very often, the times when you're together are truly appreciated.

2. You always have someone to give unbiased advice.

This person knows you best, but they probably don't know the people you're telling them about, so they can give you better advice than anyone else.

3. You always have someone to text and FaceTime.

While there may be hundreds of miles between you, they're also just a phone call away. You know they'll always be there for you even when they can't physically be there.

4. You can plan fun trips to visit each other.

When you can visit each other, you get to meet the people you've heard so much about and experience all the places they love. You get to have your own college experience and, sometimes, theirs, too.

5. You know they will always be a part of your life.

If you can survive going to school in different states, you've both proven that your friendship will last forever. You both care enough to make time for the other in the midst of exams, social events, and homework.

The long-distance best friend is a forever friend. While I wish I could see mine more, I wouldn't trade her for anything.

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Here's Your Reminder To Let The People You Care About KNOW That You Love Them

It's so scary to think that one moment everything is fine and then something happens so out of no where and out of your control.


Last week I stared at my phone screen, not believing what my friend had just told me. Our close friend's father had just passed. I didn't know him well, but there was still a huge knot in my stomach, obviously feeling awful for my friend. That has to be one of the most horrible things, that I could never in a million years imagine having to go through. I told my friend I was thinking of her, but honestly, I tried to push it out of my mind that entire week. It's so scary to think that one moment everything is fine and then something like this happens so out of nowhere and out of your control.

Sometimes things happen in our lives that are unexplainable. This semester has had its ups and downs for me, but it's been pretty smooth sailing overall. I usually gladly stay on campus for the weekends, surrounded by my friends and so much going on, rather than taking the hour-long train ride home. Of course, I miss my family, but I am rarely thinking about it, especially on a Friday night.

This past weekend, however, I had this overwhelming desire to be at home for the weekend, and I couldn't figure out why. Sure, I had more work to do than normal so going home would probably force me to be more productive. I had also been sick that week, so it would be easier to kick my cold in the comfort of my own home than in my dorm. And as much as I adore Brower (not really), it can never hurt to get a good home cooked meal. I kept telling myself I would be home for spring break in two weeks, so none of these reasons really added up to my wanting to be home for the weekend.

Nevertheless, after a late date night on Friday, I decided to pack up my things early Saturday morning and haul my duffel bag to the train. And by the end of my weekend at home, I realized why I needed to be there so badly. I hadn't really confronted how hearing about the loss made me feel and how it was affecting me.

Writing this sounds selfish. Why should it matter how I feel when someone I care about is over there grieving and going through such immense pain? But after a week of pushing it out of my mind, I saw these events as an eye opener for my own life. Even though I have a really close bond with my own father, we fight a lot more often than I'd like, and sometimes I need a reminder to just let things go. I don't show it enough, but I love my dad so much and need to be grateful for the important role he plays in my life.

It sounds like stating the obvious to preach the importance of cherishing every second because you don't know when will be the last, but we often forget. No one should have to suffer through loss, and it scares me the more and more I think about it. I wish there was such a thing as the perfect thing to say to help someone through such an unexplainable situation like this. I guess all you can do is be there for them, give the people you love a hug, and appreciate the little moments you're lucky enough to spend with family.

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