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I have always had a pretty challenging relationship with my brother. And it must be said that I have occasionally been pretty free with invective concerning him. Often whilst getting drunk with a shared friend.
Yet at even the mildest slight in his direction from an acquaintance I feel my hackles rise.
Is this because I am a hypocrite ? Or is it because the new guy...... well ....he ain't my brother ?
have always had a pretty challenging relationship with my brother. And it must be said that I have occasionally been pretty free with invective concerning him. Often whilst getting drunk with a shared friend.
Yet at even the mildest slight in his direction from an acquaintance I feel my hackles rise.
Is this because I am a hypocrite ? Or is it because the new guy...... well ....he ain't my brother ?
I thought this might flow better as one paragraph:
I have always had a challenging relationship with my brother, I am free with invective concerning him. Often whilst getting drunk with a friend he and I have in common. Yet at even the mildest slight in his direction from an acquaintance I feel my hackles rise. Is this because I am a hypocrite, or is it because the new guy is not my brother ?
Hee hee I messed with your sentences!
I have the same relationship with all of my four sisters as you have with your brother. We can tease each other as much as we want, but when someone else talks poorly about one of the girls I get defensive. I would never think of myself as a hypocrite for this way of being. I have an openly adversarial relationship with one sister in particular, we are highly competitive. We attended college together and competed for attention and validation from a cross section of students who we had over lapping friend relationships with. Her friends were my friends, we competed for attention from people because she began at the college a year before me, then I breezed in and tried to make friends with people she had had existing relationships with. At the time it caused some tensions between my sister and I, and we had harsh words in public once or twice. However if I over heard a guy talking about her in the cafeteria in a manner I did not like I was ready to beat his ass into next Tuesday.
I think it's perfectly natural to be protective of a sibling, and as a sibling you have a complex competitive set of emotional gears to shift through that you don't have with non siblings. That means you may not always be outwardly kind to one another, but treat each other roughly because you know the interior of the sibling in a way a non sibling never would or could.
I thought this might flow better as one paragraph:
I have always had a challenging relationship with my brother, I am free with invective concerning him. Often whilst getting drunk with a friend he and I have in common. Yet at even the mildest slight in his direction from an acquaintance I feel my hackles rise. Is this because I am a hypocrite, or is it because the new guy is not my brother ?
How kind of you to hoist me on YOUR own petard.
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ORIGINAL: estebanana
Hee hee I messed with your sentences!
And also my meaning. Which is fine. I prefer fresh ideas to be enthusiastically expressed in online communication. Too much self consciousnes ostentation often curdles them. That has never been what I wanted.
I enjoyed the bulk of your post. I once dropped a guy who was about to stab my brother. We still managed to have an argument later.
I have a similar thing going on with my sister. She thinks an IQ of 100 is really, really good like (100 out of 100), that her having children is worthy of a Nobel prize and it is just plain stupid not borrow to the maximum and beyond. No savings, no pension, no equity and she works in Financial Services.
Her gifts are so tacky and cheap that they go straight to the charity shop.
But... she is my sister and I only have the one so I would defend her to the last
All, earnest sentiments are welcome Ruphus. Thank you for the well meaning caution.
Have you seen 'The Straight Story' by director David Lynch ? I think it is his most earnest and direct work.
It must be a hard man indeed who can spend a whole life denying kinship and not feel guilt.
D.
Unfortunately, don´t know that movie.
However, I am in the same time who in ways can deny kinship with my sisters. They have been full of envy all of their lives, with the glue been merely the intensional suppressing and emotional one-way street of me and my old lady.
When my old lady passed away and my sisters suppressed over 80% of my inheritage, things became too blatant for any more of romatic fancying.
They do not exist anymore in my emotional life, and the surprising thing with the new situation is that I do not miss them for one second. What I miss is the condition once fancied to be.
What remains is that if there is a true bound siblings can be a unique chap, but other than that: Siblings must not be friends inevitably, and your brothers and sisters mustn´t be genetically related either.
( When at high scholl we hhad two Japanese sibling brothers who hated each other. First thelike case for me, and it shocked me to see. I found it incredible. Little did I know.
When you see modern surveys and studies on the sibling matter you actually come to appreciate parents who manage to bring their kids up truely solidary with each other.
I have a similar thing going on with my sister. She thinks an IQ of 100 is really, really good like (100 out of 100), that her having children is worthy of a Nobel prize and it is just plain stupid not borrow to the maximum and beyond. No savings, no pension, no equity and she works in Financial Services.
Her gifts are so tacky and cheap that they go straight to the charity shop.
But... she is my sister and I only have the one so I would defend her to the last
Wow that sounds a lot like my sister.
And she keeps telling me that she has learned to be someone else, perhaps from a book by Gillian McKeith, and that from now on everything will be different. And that's the thing that drives me away from her, the hungry look in her eyes searching for approval.
She seems to believe that convincing me she has become a different person will make it true. She thinks I can't accept her but that in not the case, it is she who cannot accept herself. Therefore she hides behind increasingly ridiculous narratives . I want her to accept the truth of herself so that she can begin to bear that in mind when contemplating the next crazy decision.
Pretending to be seven feet tall wont help her slam dunk, no matter what Oprah Winfrey says.
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