Hope your Memorial Day was great this year. We all celebrated in different ways- maybe you spent time with family, ate greasy American food, or honored a veteran. Spending time with family during holidays is great- especially siblings. I guess I was inspired to write why I love having a brother- even if we don’t see each other often.
- They have a different point of view:
My brother is eight years older than me. We are at completely different points in our life, which means our perspective on things won’t be the same. During my high school years, I was still figuring out who am, and, who I wanted to be. He was there to help me with problems and give me new ways to figure it out- way that I wouldn’t have though of.
2. They’ll tell you the truth, even when you don’t want to hear it.
I cannot say how many times by brother has bluntly expressed his opinion- at the time I would have said he was being nosy and overbearing, but sometimes you need to someone to tell you what you need to hear, even if it isn’t very pleasant. In the long run, it’s better to hear info that’s going to be useful and worth it in the end.
3. They’re inspirational:
If I didn’t have a brother who loved comedy and classic rock, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I’ll never forget when he uploaded a iPod Shuffle full of great music- The Ramones, the although I kept playing a few songs on repeat. He got annoyed hearing “I Wanna Be Sedated,” over and over again, but I’m still glad that I have something that is so unique, and special.
4. They are fucking hilarious.
“Molly. No, Wiz Khalifa married Amber Rose. She was a stripper. Then she divorced him.” We’ve had the most random conversations regarding the strangest things. Not only did not know that Amber Rose was married to Wiz Khalifa two years ago, but I’ve gotten a lot of sarcastic remarks and ridiculous imitations of myself as well. William is better at comebacks than me- and really very witty. Side note: don’t try to adjust the volume of the music while your brother is driving.
5. They never give up on you.
We all had our own problems growing up, but my brother was always there for me. Even when I felt he didn’t support me, he still did; he was always there when other people in my life walked away. We’ve had our share of fights, problems, and argued over things that may even hold no meaning now. He was always there for me when I needed him the most. I could never in a million years hate my brother- no matter what our last argument was. I’ll always stick by him. No matter what happens, I’ll always love him.
Hopefully. you can relate to some of these if you have a brother- more or less.
Have a great rest of your week everyone!