Yeah, I'm an only child. What's it to you?

So in a recent conversation with a newer friend, she was astonished to find out I am an only child. She said she would have never thought it, because I am so balanced. It kind of made me crazy, because I am so weary of being judged on the whole issue. If people find out I am one early in the relationship, they warp every encounter afterwards to prove how spoiled and selfish I am. I had a roommate who, after I agreed to watch her dog and the house and pick up her shifts and gave her several bags of groceries to see her off on an emergency trip, told people how spoiled and selfish I was. (It's long story, but that is the main point. I didn't leave out critical details that change the entire context.) Others, if they find out after knowing me for a while, wonder at how much of an anomaly I am. Well, I think I know what the real problem is.
The real problem, dear readers (I put that in to make it feel more intimate), is not the behaviors of only children. The real problem is those people with siblings. They are judgemental. I don't blame them, it's not their fault. They grew up in the constant eye of judgement. Let's face it, they were always judged as far as who was the better sibling. They were the favorite, the golden child, the blessed one....or they weren't. Anyone who claims to believe the lie "I love all my children equally" is simply lying to themselves. We all know parents have a favorite. And just as the child felt judged, so they now judge. These siblingers (a word I just made up, but what are you going to do? Judge me? Ha! You would, you siblinger.), they were under the constant knowledge that they were being judged. They grew up knowing nothing other than judgement. The siblingers dealt with it however they could, sometimes competing to be the best, sometimes rebelling and being the black sheep so that they could claim to escape judgement. But it is still there. And since these siblingers know nothing but judgement, they now must try to bring the peaceful only-children under their unhappy blanket of crushed hopes and constant desires of approval. Well, no longer! No longer will only-children be scapegoated. We are well-adjusted! We are happy! We were not judged, we were loved! Our parents had no choice but to love us, and we were not compared! So do not bring your judgement and your unhappy, competitiveness out on us! Remember, we may be your only way to find out, vicariously, yes, how liberating not being judged is.

Oh, and as far as my extended absence from writing, well, take the poll on the left and I might write about why I was gone later.