In the middle...

Okay, I'm listening to another episode of "This American Life" (as I am an 'T.A.L.'-whorebag... whateva, I don't care) and it's titled "Special Treatment."
This is, as the title suggests, about people who get special treatment for one reason or another.
They just finished talking to these siblings who agreed that younger kid got treated better than the older one.

So, this got me thinking about my own family.
Now, this may be the "middle-child syndrome" speaking, but I think it is safe to say that I definately never got treated better than my siblings... ever... never, ever, ever.
I'm one of those kids who are mean and complain, but not enough for my parents to buy me things to shut the hell up.
And, I'm nice, but not nice enough for my parents to notice and shower me with gifts.
I'm just kinda there.
Not too mean, not too nice, not too loud, not too quiet, not too needy...
You know, I'm in the middle... oh, yes, I am in the middle.

Oh,the life of a middle-child.
Do you want to know how "middle" I am?
When my brother left for college, my mom cried and my dad said, "goodbye," and we all watched him as his friend drove him away.
When Jamie left for college, my mom cried, my dad said, "goodbye," and the rest of us felt sad she was going so far away.
When Ched left, my mom cried (maybe out of joy), my dad said, "goodbye," and I was a little sad the brat would be gone.
When I left for college, my mom remained on the computer, my dad continued watching tv, I said "goodbye," no one looked up, I walked to my friend's car, and we pulled away from an empty driveway.

Eugene doesn't get gifts, but he's obviously my mom's favorite.
Jamie loves to manipulate my dad, and it works.
Ched gets anything and everything she wants... that crooked-faced bastard.
I, on the other hand, don't get anything.
Shhhh... mama, brother, sisters, please... don't try to argue with me... you know I'm right.
I never got any goodies.
Ah well... I don't need or want a car or money or laptops or ... or ... or ... love.
PUhahahahahaha... (I seriously kill myself)

For those of you who grow older and have tons of children, please don't ignore the middle-child...