No humour this time folks. This is seriouse stuff.
Whenever me and my younger brother have an argument, he feels it's nessaceriily to attempt to beat seven bells of crap out of me.
The thing is, despite looking a lanky skinny piece of bacon, I can handle myself pretty well. The guy is only a little shorter than me, built like a brick, yet can't fight for shit. This annoys him immensely and me even more so, having to defend myself every other day and own his ass.
The guy hates to lose an argument, even when he's clearly in the wrong. He will never say sorry and will work himself up to such a rage that he will salivate all over the place.
Take 15 minutes prior from now for example.
The guy just over an hour ago had a full blown meal. Chicken Nuggets and Chips. (Not that it's important to know, I'm just stressing it wasn't a snack.)
Now He waltzs down the stairs and announces to us all that he's gonna cook himself up some boiled eggs and toast. What the hell? You greedy 'barsteward'.
We're low on funds as it is, yet you deem it neccasery to have two full blown meals an hour within one another. It's not even 5pm and I bet in another hour or so you'll make dinner. I stated this to him annoyed as I was. The guy get's all uptight and claims that he's hungry, despite clearly not being.
I stress to him over and over again that we're low on money and can't simply afford to keep feeding ourselves on the hour, every hour.
This annoys him immensely and he rushes at me from the kitchen and proceeds in starting to thump me whilest screaming his head off.
I rise from my seat sheilding my self from him, pin his arms at his side, drag him back to the kitchen, force him up against the kitchen sink and start telling him to calm down and be an adult about it.
The guy is full on red in the face and frothing at the mouth.
Just when I think he's calmed down, I losen my grip and back away.
The guy has the cheek to start lashing out at me again!
This time didn't go as smoothly as the last time as in my rush to grab him, he hits his head on the kitchen cabinet.
My mum comes downstairs to ask what the hell is going on and he sees this as his oppurtunity to act as the injured party.
It doesn't work and he just gets more and more wound up. He's screaming and my own mother has to hold him back. Every time I try and be the bigger man and walk away, he's there trying to swipe and punch me. The guy just won't quit. My mum and his girlfriend are pleading with him to just calm down and stop being an ass.
All the while he's screaming at me that "I'm 21 and he's just 16." Basically saying I should apologise to him and admit I'm wrong. My argument back to him went something like this, but with more swearing and not as smoothly:
"Yes. Indeed I am 21 years old. I'm mature enough to understand that violence will get you no where and will win you no favours.
Yes, you are indeed 16 years old, but I never once at your age felt the need to try and "tackle" someone 5 years my senior over and over again repeatedly for the sake of a petty argument. Let it be known that not once have I thumped you throughout this entire argument. Sure I've used force, but only to hold you back."
In the end my mum and his Girlfriend had to drag him into the downstairs bathroom to calm down. I haven't seen him since.
I'm sick of that Neanderthal moron taking his aggression out on me, failing to do so or not.
I just hope one of these days I don't snap.
But every time he gets that little futher.
Sorry I'm not my usual mocking self, but I just can't find much humour in my brother wishing to "Break my face."
Next time folks.
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