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I haven't really spoken to my older brother since probably the Christmas before my parents kicked me out of the house (back in...'07?). A couple years later, he sent a birthday card, but that was it.

We've never been close. I hardly ever talk about him and sometimes I even forget I have a brother. He's just...that dude I sorta lived with but not really because most of the time he was out being social and I was the nerdy little bookworm and...yeah. I think the only thing we might agree on are some of our political views, but that's...not much to base any relationship on, let alone a close sibling one.

I'm not that fussed, though. I'm not that close to any of my blood relatives, really. A friend of mine was super-close to her brother and thought it was immensely sad that my brother and I were so distant, and I was just...sort of confused. Like, I didn't understand that it was that odd or sad that I wasn't close to him. We were two very different people. We might be more alike now, since I'm more myself now than I ever was growing up, but I wouldn't know. He's a ways away and talking to him would mean bringing up some things I don't particularly care to find out his reaction to!

most of the time he was out being social and I was the nerdy little bookworm and...yeah. I think the only thing we might agree on are some of our political views

That describes me and my brother, too. I was the "good" one who followed the rules and stayed at home reading while he was going to parties and drinking underage and getting into trouble. And we used to have at least similar political views but as time goes by I'm getting more liberal and he's getting more conservative so we don't even really have that anymore. Oh well.

Haha. I was actually the "bad" kid - I got grounded all the fucking time because I did a lot of things my mom didn't like. Some groundings were legit, but like one time, I got grounded from seeing my friends because I'd come home with a hicky on my hand. I was like 10 and had a habit of sticking things in my mouth when I was reading or thinking hard on something, and since I'd been chastised enough about chewing on my pens and pencils, that ended up being my hand - specifically, the webbing between my index and thumb. Came home with broken capillaries there, my dad thought it was funny, showed my mom, and boom, suddenly I can't go see my friends.

My brother, on the other hand, would have questionable (alcohol-related) shit in his car and our mom just didn't care. I remember two times in particular that he got grounded. That's it. I don't think I did a lot of actually bad shit, but I think because I was doing less socially acceptable things (like reading all the time and not being that social and not being ~feminine~ and actually having my own damn opinions on shit that I wasn't afraid to share...) our mom just doled out harsher punishments on me rather than on him.

At least I never teamed up with my idiot friend to try and build a bomb out of a firecracker in said friend's garage...

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