As mentioned in previous soul-gushing journal entries, my relationship with my little brother is weird. He's almost exactly 10 years younger than I, and my parents split up when he was about 3 and I about 13. By the time I was 16, I ended up becoming a caretaker for him; getting him up in the morning, feeding him breakfast, packing him lunch, driving him to school, all the shit that parents would normally do, and he sort of saw me as a quasi-parent.
Now *he* is 13, and I'm watching him start to go into the pubescent growing pains, and I don't know how to best help him now. I feel I'm in a unique position to give him good advice that he may actually listen to, but I'm not sure what to say. He sounds pissed at the parents, as most teenagers are, and it sounds like the kind of stuff that would've pissed me off, but I just don't know if what I have to say will really help.
What I want most is for him to become the person he wants to be, and not the person my parents want him to be. I just wish I knew where to start.
Today was work. Work is work. A couple weeks ago they moved our email support guy from an isolated desk to right next to me, and now I think I know why he was sitting all by himself; this motherfucker talks on the phone all day, at the top of his godforsaken lungs, and about dumb shit with his friends. I'd like to think I have some backbone and could tell a complete stranger to shut the fuck up, but instead I bitched out, pulled some strings, and arranged to have his ass relocated. Only a couple more weeks of Cap'n Loud Talker and he'll be someone else's problem.
Anything else? Did laundry. Bought some much needed toiletries and cheap ass bean burritos. Just another working stiff's Tuesday.
Now *he* is 13, and I'm watching him start to go into the pubescent growing pains, and I don't know how to best help him now. I feel I'm in a unique position to give him good advice that he may actually listen to, but I'm not sure what to say. He sounds pissed at the parents, as most teenagers are, and it sounds like the kind of stuff that would've pissed me off, but I just don't know if what I have to say will really help.
What I want most is for him to become the person he wants to be, and not the person my parents want him to be. I just wish I knew where to start.
Today was work. Work is work. A couple weeks ago they moved our email support guy from an isolated desk to right next to me, and now I think I know why he was sitting all by himself; this motherfucker talks on the phone all day, at the top of his godforsaken lungs, and about dumb shit with his friends. I'd like to think I have some backbone and could tell a complete stranger to shut the fuck up, but instead I bitched out, pulled some strings, and arranged to have his ass relocated. Only a couple more weeks of Cap'n Loud Talker and he'll be someone else's problem.
Anything else? Did laundry. Bought some much needed toiletries and cheap ass bean burritos. Just another working stiff's Tuesday.
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Wrath of Khan seriously represents everything a Star Trek movie should be. Back when you could still seriously Shatner as badass and not just a fat, bald joke. And Ricardo Mantalban! Fuck!
That new Star Trek movie is gonna fucking suck.
Now, onto other things........ You lost mad props with me for not telling the loudmouth dude to shut the fuck up.... God knows I would have probably stuffed that phone up his ass if he gave me any 'tude after being told to pack sand.
And..... Dayum, you took me off your friends list... My heart is broken, think I need more Kleenex as we speak. Tis cool, I'll manage...
Take care of the little brother - he'll never forget,
Mark