I absolutely hate the comparison game. Okay, maybe I enjoy it once or twice. But, if it keeps on progresses, I feel guilty about the whole thing. Especially when it is comparing you & your own blood.
Okay. Why the heck do I feel guilty when Dad compares me & him all the time? I hate him (not Dad obviously). Really, really hate him. Perhaps, I just do not want any more drama going on further in the house. I rather mind my own business, than being caught up in mindless, endless strings of bickerings.
Then again, I hate it when Dad compares us, in terms of our academic excellence, attitudes & how well we manage our money. Of course, I receive the compliments. Which somehow, I feel proud to be praised, but at the same time, how I just wished Dad would stop this game anymore.