I have maybe, the most obnoxious younger brother ever created. And I'm not even exaggerating, if I were to be like that to my older brother, he'd kick my ass and I'd feel so bad about it. I think he got it from being the youngest and my mom's favorite. Yes she told us he was her favorite! But only because apparently everyone in my dad's side favored me and my older brother was the eldest male grandchild so everyone favored him too. Mom thought, my brother was so pitiful and under appreciated so she esteemed him so much so that he became big headed. Mom hates his guts sometimes but she gets him because apparently it reminds her of herself but on speed. I get the most of his wrath though because I'm the least important in the family(according to him). Because of course, he can't be above his own parents and my older brother is practically his role model and that's all he needs. I'm just a piece of dirt that lingers. That's sad cause I can't stay mad at him. I can't stay mad at anyone, what more my brother. I'd much rather be the punching bag than get him in trouble and shizz. But I figure I'm his foil(it's a literary thing where one character is the opposite of another so that the most distinct character is emphasized). He loses his patience so easily while I have lost my temper a few times my entire life. He finds something to insult in every person while I try to be optimistic in general. That doesn't matter to him though because he is "smarter" than me, more fit than me, and more artsy than me.
Good luck making friends with that attitude bro. One day, you'll find someone who is prouder and has an even bigger head than you do. And you'll realize being this way never brought any good.
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