My sister and I are extremely different people to such a degree that it never ceases to amaze me that we get along as well as we do. Take smell stuff, for instance. My sister loves smelly stuff. She wants everything to smell like flowery-fruity-baked good something. This means every time I wash my hands at her house, I end up smelling like a pumpkin-caramel-cupcake-latte. She has several pumpkin candles. Nearly every outlet has one of those wallflower things in them, spewing some sort of flowering potpourri into the air. She even has two wax melting towers, which melt smelly wax and release the smell into the air. Her shampoo and conditioner of choice? Herbal Essences, duh. Her assorted teas consist mainly of pomegranate-flavored-green-blueberry-weight-control-bedtime-calming-stress-relief varities.
I, on the other hand, prefer unscented everything. My handsoap is all cheap, unscented, non-anti-bacterial, clear liquid hand soap bought in very large refill containers. Even my laundry detergent is unscented–I get the Tide Free and Clear, guaranteed to smell like nothing. I did end up with some perfumed laundry detergent once. I bought the Miele-made Persil once to see if it would improve my washing machine’s washing abilities, but the only thing it did was make me go, “Hey! These clothes smell like my host mom washed them!” She must use Persil (It didn’t improve the washing abilities, by the way, but soaking clothes that looked like they might get stained did). The only smelly stuff I have is my dish washing detergent. It smells like lemons, which is acceptable. You will not find a single smelly-scent emitting wallflower in my house, for sure, and I prefer my house to smell only of fresh air and regularly open the windows to air it out. My sister says it smells like a farm, which is to say it smells like animal poop. I don’t notice it, honestly. But I’m probably going to sniff the air periodically now, thinking “Does my house smell like poop or fresh air?” I do have a few smelly candles, but I never actually light them unless the kids want to. Then they usually sit there and continuously blow them out until I get tired of wasting matches. My tea collection is not fruit flavored. Earl grey black tea, snowflake white tea and jasmine pearl green tea, thanks. You want fruit? Eat a fucking orange.
My sister said she likes having her hands smell like a pumpkin latte after washing them and why didn’t I? I told her I didn’t want to get eaten by a bear.
What I can’t figure out is how we can be such different people, opposite in nearly everyway, and yet we still get along amazingly well. I’m an INTJ and apparently a rarity among females while she’s something like an ENFJ, the kind that really likes people and caring and always trying to help. It must be one of those cases where both of us bring exactly what the other one lacks to the table. She encourages me to be more girly and do things like wear make up (hasn’t stuck yet, but she did point out that I’m approaching 30 and it may be warranted), by more clothes and for-the-love-of-god-will-you-get-a-new-purse-you’ve-had-the-same-one-for-the-past-10-years. I point out things that she could be doing more efficiently or rationally and that she has 12 different flavors of lip balm in her purse. I also get to read through and edit her papers for grad school, which is exciting, aside from the fact that the amount of stress she’s going through to get her masters degree makes me never want to do it. Ever. I also watch her kids a lot, which would be a lot more helpful to her if we lived a lot closer. She’s suggested that I move closer and then I can homeschool her kids, too. In some ways, I wouldn’t mind that. In other ways, I doubt I could handle it.
My sister is very good with people and she seems to be constantly making new friends. On the other hand, I’ve finally figured out why it was my Sims always had awesome careers, but only two or three friends and concluded that since keeping older friends is a lot easier than making new ones, maybe I should just stick with that. I’m pretty sure if my sister and I weren’t related, we wouldn’t be friends simply because we’re such different people. I always like to tell people that since we’re the only sane members of our family, we figured we ought to stick together. And I’m glad we have.