If only my siblings were busy with their own lives. They can't formulate their own goals and priorities, so they co-opt mine. Here's the rub. They anticipate where I'm heading by scouting for information, get there first because they're wealthy and can throw money around, and act like they're the maverick original. If I start wearing clothing article A, they'll start wearing clothing wardrobe A. If I plan to move to city A, they'll move to city A before I'm able to. It's the spiritual equivalent of stealing the shirt off of someone's back except by stealth because they make it appear that I'm the one adopting their hand-me-downs. Then they hand me the six-pack of pity like in the movie the Truman Show, except in the movie, the false friend didn't actually go to Tahiti himself.