I'm at home for the weekend and my brother is here too. We are 24 and 25. We have a lot of shared history and respect for one another. I think he's great. I admire him in a lot of ways and value his place in my life.
But last night, the first time I've seen him in a couple of months, I yelled at him at least 6 times, got so annoyed by him that I cursed loudly, and punched him in the arm in retaliation for hitting me in a fight over who got to have the comfy pillows.
Yeah. Real mature, I know.
I consider myself a pretty slow-to-anger type of person. I definitely have a temper and there are some things that'll push my buttons, but for the most part, I don't anger or frustrate too easily.
You would not know this when I'm around my family.
I get irrationally angry when they talk while I'm trying to watch a movie. Or cheat when I get up from the table during a game. Or simply say something that I don't approve of.
In all fairness, my brother knows how to frustrate me and does it with great joy. And then laughs a lot. So it makes sense. But still. I should be able to control myself a little better.
But no matter how much I grow as a person, I'm likely to revert to a 15-year-old version of myself whenever I'm at home. I don't know if that's comforting or really scary. If you knew me at 15, you'd probably say scary.
Oh, well. I'm going to go watch some daytime MTV and enjoy being at home.
1 comment:
I feel like I really relate to this post. I couldn't have said it better myself. My brother is 2 years older and we have a similar relationship to what you described with your brother. Why do we go back to our 15 year old scary self??? I always hate it and want to shove 15 year old Bonnie in a box. Family is so interesting and wonderful.
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