If you are lucky (or cursed!) enough, you had the pleasure (or pain!) of growing up with a sibling or two. Or a bunch of them.
The truth is, anyone who has a brother or sister, older or younger, has stories to tell. And Jimmy Fallon’s new hashtag challenge proved to be a perfect opportunity to spill some hilariously relatable family tea.
“Tweet out your funniest weird sibling stories. #MySiblingsWeird,” Fallon announced, adding a memory of his own to the table: “My friend's brother would shove bits of french fries up his nose and ‘shoot’ them at targets on the table.”
And people on Twitter had more weird sibling stories that Fallon had probably asked for. Below are the funniest ones!
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In Bored Panda’s previous interview with Helen Marlo, a licensed clinical psychologist and Jungian psychoanalyst, certified through the C.G. Jung Institute of San Francisco, we found that sibling relationships exert a powerful influence on one’s life and development.
Helen explained that the presence or absence of siblings is significant in shaping one’s experience, although one is not necessarily better or worse. “They are different. While we know siblings are influential, the effect of growing up with a sibling is not linear because the sibling relationship is complex. Some siblings become best friends while others are arch enemies.”
Moreover, there is an abundance of findings that generalize information about siblings, but Helen warns that it can be misleading. “For example, findings on the influence of birth order or recent research asserting that sibling relationships are more important than parent relationships. Often, these findings do not also acknowledge the influence of other important variables, including psychological, family, systemic, developmental, environmental, and cultural factors that mediate the influence of the sibling relationship.”
Interestingly, Helen argues that if we take an example of sibling conflict, we see that it is not necessarily negative. “Parental warmth during sibling conflict, for example, influences if the sibling conflict leads to healthy rather than divisive sibling relationships. It can help prepare one to develop problem-solving and negotiation skills,” she explained.
So while generalizations do not fit many sibling relationships, the psychoanalyst confirms that growing up with siblings is generally accompanied by having a stronger sense of being part of a family and with feeling less alienated and alone.
Helen explained that siblings have a daily influence on our lives. “They can be associated with many strong emotional memories, including sharing together in the traditions, joys, secrets, and challenges in family life. Siblings encounter the same experiences but they experience them in their own unique way and this can be sources of challenge and connection,” she said some time ago.
Sibling relationships are unique because they share together in one of life’s most important relationships, the parent relationship, for better and for worse. And there are many more reasons why this relationship is unlike any other “Sharing in this relationship can readily elicit complex, myriad feelings such as competition, jealousy, intimacy, inferiority, superiority, and resentment,” Helen said.
Moreover, “sibling relationships are unique because they occupy a distinct and different role relative to parents and other family members, even in cases when the sibling serves as a parent figure." Essentially, sibling roles are more fluid than the parental role and can include elements of being both family and friend.
It says more about modern art than about your brother to be honnest.
Helen explained that siblings have a different function in the family than the parents. “For example, siblings support separation and independence from the parents and family; they share in a lived, joint history and experience of their family life, even if their experiences differ; they directly shape the experience of daily family life; they are uniquely able to help their siblings understand dimensions of their family life; and siblings help socialize their siblings in ways that parents cannot.”
my parents wake me up by sending the dog into my room so she’ll get excited and jump all over me and my bed. To be honest waking up to an excited dog is not that bad
Oh so this is weird? Huh wish I knew that before my fiance dumped me
Me and my neighbor friends when we were much younger, rescued a drowning bumble bee from their pool. We named it Queen Beezle and made her a little home out of a plastic container. We made her a bed from grass and filled a water bottle cap full of water for her. We even placed fresh clover in her home, thinking she might eat it. When she dried off and had recovered, we let her go. A couple days later, we found a dead bumblebee in the garden. We were convinced it was our dear Queen Beezle. We buried her in the garden and decorated her grave with flowers and even made up a song to sing at her funeral.
I have a photo of my sister, she was about 4 at the time. She's sitting in a deck chair out on the driveway getting a tan, and she's wearing a hat. Said hat is a toilet seat cover.... One of those fluffy ones...
My parents threw an epic 49er (as in gold rush, not football) party, and were dead to the world in the morning when we got up. My older sister and brother found candles, set up an "altar" on a wooden box, lit them, and tried to sacrifice me (age 4) to the gods. When my hair lit on fire, they tried to put it out by smacking my head-- hard-- on the marble floor. When that didn't work, they poured stale beer on it. Then they blamed it all on me when my parents got up, saying that I was the one playing with matches. Thanks, Todd. Thanks, Delight. (Yes, really her name, and no, she wasn't.)
Did your siblings hate you? And what was the parents reaction? 😂
Load More Replies...Also when I was little, there was a tree right across from our home in our neighbor's yard. It was beautiful and I loved it. I named it Mother Nature and pretended she was my guardian tree. I would stare at her from my window and talk to her all the time. I would collect leaves that fell from her and made up stories to tell her. Then my neighbors cut it down and I was so mad and also devastated because my best friend was gone.
My younger brother and sister were/are very weird. Were commonly known as The big cheese and Carrotman/crumby monster. My sister was convinced for a while she was a chicken, because my brother began calling her chicken for some reason and she would get 'neck freeze' instead of brain freeze from ice cream (she had just learned chicken's brains are in their necks.
My siblings and I were all weird - my mom was an underachieving SAHM - didn't really do housework and wasn't exactly attentive - especially when she was into a book and she could would legitimately ignore the hell out of the world. FYI - she almost always had a book. Anyway - my siblings and I often did stuff like throw all of our clothes at the bottom of the stairs and see who could jump on it from the highest height or ride our mattresses off the floor and my mom would not hear a thing - we know this because we would have a look out watching her to make sure her dentures were hanging from her mouth, which means she is hyper focused on the book. If she sucked in her teeth, she was "waking up" and we would suddenly stop what we were doing. She never investigated, only asked if everything was alright. Then we kept going
Me and my neighbor friends when we were much younger, rescued a drowning bumble bee from their pool. We named it Queen Beezle and made her a little home out of a plastic container. We made her a bed from grass and filled a water bottle cap full of water for her. We even placed fresh clover in her home, thinking she might eat it. When she dried off and had recovered, we let her go. A couple days later, we found a dead bumblebee in the garden. We were convinced it was our dear Queen Beezle. We buried her in the garden and decorated her grave with flowers and even made up a song to sing at her funeral.
I have a photo of my sister, she was about 4 at the time. She's sitting in a deck chair out on the driveway getting a tan, and she's wearing a hat. Said hat is a toilet seat cover.... One of those fluffy ones...
My parents threw an epic 49er (as in gold rush, not football) party, and were dead to the world in the morning when we got up. My older sister and brother found candles, set up an "altar" on a wooden box, lit them, and tried to sacrifice me (age 4) to the gods. When my hair lit on fire, they tried to put it out by smacking my head-- hard-- on the marble floor. When that didn't work, they poured stale beer on it. Then they blamed it all on me when my parents got up, saying that I was the one playing with matches. Thanks, Todd. Thanks, Delight. (Yes, really her name, and no, she wasn't.)
Did your siblings hate you? And what was the parents reaction? 😂
Load More Replies...Also when I was little, there was a tree right across from our home in our neighbor's yard. It was beautiful and I loved it. I named it Mother Nature and pretended she was my guardian tree. I would stare at her from my window and talk to her all the time. I would collect leaves that fell from her and made up stories to tell her. Then my neighbors cut it down and I was so mad and also devastated because my best friend was gone.
My younger brother and sister were/are very weird. Were commonly known as The big cheese and Carrotman/crumby monster. My sister was convinced for a while she was a chicken, because my brother began calling her chicken for some reason and she would get 'neck freeze' instead of brain freeze from ice cream (she had just learned chicken's brains are in their necks.
My siblings and I were all weird - my mom was an underachieving SAHM - didn't really do housework and wasn't exactly attentive - especially when she was into a book and she could would legitimately ignore the hell out of the world. FYI - she almost always had a book. Anyway - my siblings and I often did stuff like throw all of our clothes at the bottom of the stairs and see who could jump on it from the highest height or ride our mattresses off the floor and my mom would not hear a thing - we know this because we would have a look out watching her to make sure her dentures were hanging from her mouth, which means she is hyper focused on the book. If she sucked in her teeth, she was "waking up" and we would suddenly stop what we were doing. She never investigated, only asked if everything was alright. Then we kept going