Just got into a huge fight with my younger brother. He's two years younger, but he thinks he's the big bad guy. We were arguing about some unimportant things at the dining table, when I told him he shouldn't use that tone of voice, as it made him sound really cocky. Then he got this delirious look in his eyes. I just knew he was getting insanely aggressive, but of course I had to make a last calamitous comment. He hit me with the string of his iPod-headphone, and that still hurts.
Lesson learned today: enough is enough, and bad-tempered, tired baby brothers are not the ones to provoke.
He's almost fifteen (!!) years older than my mother, and very focused on his own life. He's not interested in me nor my brother. We were wandering through the woods with a really loud sounding awkward silence hanging between the two of us. I didn't have anything to tell him, and he didn't have anything to tell me... or did he? Waveringly he started the conversation, and he told me that he's probably going to move out if things don't change. Surprise, surprise... Not. As we walked on, he told me about the fights he has had with my mom for over the past few years. I already knew about it, obviously. But it was nice to see that he trusts me and for once I was able to see his vulnerability. He has got a lot of unexposed anger inside of him, that's for sure. The only reason why I want him to keep on living with us, is because of my mom. I'm moving out in half a year. And in two years from now, my brother will be living elsewhere too. I would hate seeing her alone and sad in our house.
But for the rest of it; couldn't care less.
Some good news: I absolutely nailed my geographics test today.
Thank heaven for the moving continents and the carbon cycle and the plate tectonics!
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