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Evening round my sister's.
My brother not there.
Quiz game. Mum announced to all and sundry that I would not have won if my brother was there. OUCH.
My brother is not more intelligent than me - or at least not much more, and in different ways.
My brother is not better at quizzes than me.
Had my brother been there tonight he would have given me a run for my money (the boy is smart!) but he would not have blown me out of the water.
My choice is either Mum said it deliberately to bring me down a peg or two after I won two rounds (I was paired with my niece and she did participate, but never on questions I had trouble with).
Or she really believes Stevo is much smarter than me.
He and I agree that he's not; we are best as a team as we fill in eachother's ignorannt blanks. And we are no longer allowed to be paired as we wipe the floor with the opposition. Please note this is a simple family group, we're not up against Brian Cox and Stephen Fry.
Damn growing up being considered the "clever one", not the pretty one.
Any question of my intelligence panics me. Because if I'm not the clever one I have no place in the family.
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