A Brother's Love
There are many relationships in life, but there are none like those between brothers. Whether you’re the younger or the older, if you’re a brother, then you have a very special bond.
This is the greatest load of garbage I’ve ever heard in my life. This is the stereotype that I want to dispel, well at least for my scenario.
I’m the younger of two sons. My older brother is two years my senior, and while he has helped steer me through my childhood, he and I have never established any close bonds. Where we’re concerned our bond is reminiscent to that of the Malloy Twins from the “Ocean’s Eleven” film remakes. For those who have never seen those two characters, the long and short is that they fight verbally, physically, and psychologically when around each other.
Our dynamics are so close to that example, I thought maybe someone had created these characters after meeting us. We verbally spar anytime he comes to visit. He intrudes on my space whenever he feels like it. And he always forces me to change my plans to better suit his visits, even though I already have plans of my own. While these are minor annoyances at best, this is how it has been for our entire lives.
Yet the greatest example of why we're not close is that I can’t trust him. Ever since we’ve been old enough to have, and keep secrets, he’s always made me regret confiding in him. From telling my parents about incidents in school, to telling my cousins the girls that I liked, and then joining them in their teasing, he has always burned me in the end.
When most brothers have gotten into to their twenties, they are usually connected by experiences in dating, road trips, and other social dynamics through the first stages of adult living. That is not so with us. We’ve never taken one road trip. We don’t talk about our love lives, mostly because I don’t like his choice in women. And I really don’t like thinking about him in an intimate situation, then again who does like thinking about how you get a brand new niece. And for other social dynamics of adult living, I can’t relate to having kids or being married.
As far as being close, we both consider our cousins to be closer to us than each other. I guess we’ve always been so independent of each other that we never worried about establishing any communication between each other. I love my brother, for some reasons still unknown to me. I would do almost anything for my brother, but I’m not really interested in who he is as of today. He’s a husband and a father. Until he adds something else to his resume, then I’m content with us being the Malloy Twins.
This is the greatest load of garbage I’ve ever heard in my life. This is the stereotype that I want to dispel, well at least for my scenario.
I’m the younger of two sons. My older brother is two years my senior, and while he has helped steer me through my childhood, he and I have never established any close bonds. Where we’re concerned our bond is reminiscent to that of the Malloy Twins from the “Ocean’s Eleven” film remakes. For those who have never seen those two characters, the long and short is that they fight verbally, physically, and psychologically when around each other.
Our dynamics are so close to that example, I thought maybe someone had created these characters after meeting us. We verbally spar anytime he comes to visit. He intrudes on my space whenever he feels like it. And he always forces me to change my plans to better suit his visits, even though I already have plans of my own. While these are minor annoyances at best, this is how it has been for our entire lives.
Yet the greatest example of why we're not close is that I can’t trust him. Ever since we’ve been old enough to have, and keep secrets, he’s always made me regret confiding in him. From telling my parents about incidents in school, to telling my cousins the girls that I liked, and then joining them in their teasing, he has always burned me in the end.
When most brothers have gotten into to their twenties, they are usually connected by experiences in dating, road trips, and other social dynamics through the first stages of adult living. That is not so with us. We’ve never taken one road trip. We don’t talk about our love lives, mostly because I don’t like his choice in women. And I really don’t like thinking about him in an intimate situation, then again who does like thinking about how you get a brand new niece. And for other social dynamics of adult living, I can’t relate to having kids or being married.
As far as being close, we both consider our cousins to be closer to us than each other. I guess we’ve always been so independent of each other that we never worried about establishing any communication between each other. I love my brother, for some reasons still unknown to me. I would do almost anything for my brother, but I’m not really interested in who he is as of today. He’s a husband and a father. Until he adds something else to his resume, then I’m content with us being the Malloy Twins.
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