Brothers

So a few hours ago my mum wrote a post on Facebook about her and my uncles (her brothers) with a picture underneath that said:

Brothers...

They tease you when they have

nothing else to do,

burp their alphabets to gross you out,

tackle you just for fun,

pull on your pony-tail and ask

"does this hurt you?",

hug you when you are sad,

encourage you when you are down, 

love you no matter what,

and are always there to make you laugh...

who could live without them?

I read this and immediately thought of my own two brothers. I am the middle child and have a brother on either side of me so I got to be the annoying younger sister, I still do a lot of the time actually,  but I get to be the role model too.

There is two years difference between me and my older brother. We used to fight like cat and dog and knock lumps out of each other, literally in some cases. We never seemed to get along no matter how hard our parents tried. We would fight over the most pointless of things like who had left a door open or who had left the chocolate bar wrapper or crisp packet on the side. We blamed each other for everything. There was the odd occasion when we would be playing video games on the same team or working together to get something out of our parents but most of the time we were banned from going near one another. That being said, he was always there for me when I needed him. He would stand up for me when I didn't even know he was there and we really did care about each other, we just had a funny way of showing it.

Now that we are older things are a bit different. We get along really well now but are still constantly teasing each other. We act more like children now than we did when we were actually children and I have to say that I love it. We laugh with each other more and seem to be able to talk more with each other. I don't know if us getting along has anything to do with us being older or whether it is because we don't live under the same roof 24/7 now but either way I am glad that I have him. Having him in my life just means that I know there will always be someone there who has my back, he may not always agree with me but he is still there.

When I was younger I loved him because I had to because he is my brother. Now I love him because I want to, not just because he is my brother.

My little brother is eight years younger than me. He recently turned ten and I could not get over how old he was. I couldn't help but think of when I first met him and when we brought him home from the hospital. He was my baby then and he still is. I am that big sister who mothers their younger sibling but can also be a big sister when the time is needed.

I jump on him and drive him crazy. I embarrass him and push all of his buttons. I make him hate me sometimes I push so far. He does it all straight back to me too. He makes me yell and cry and want to pull my hair out. That is only one end of the spectrum.

On the other end we get along like a house on fire. He makes me laugh until my stomach hurt and there are tears streaming down myself. He makes me smile on days that I didn't know it was possible. He makes me care about things that I never knew I would ever care about. I could spend hours hugging him and spending time with him. I spoil him rotten and buy him pretty much anything he asks me. He really does have me wrapped around his little finger.

I love him to much that it is crazy. I never actually knew it was possible to love someone as much as I love him at times. He can go from being my best friend to my worst enemy in the blink of an eye.

The answer to the last question though is not me. I could not live without my brothers and I don't know where I would be if I didn't have them. I definitely would not be who I am today with both of them in my life, one without the other is just not the same. I love my brothers.

"Writing Days"

There are some days where I would love nothing more than to sit on my bed with a pen and paper or my laptop and just write.

Its not like I even write about anything exciting, important or worth while. I just write whatever comes into my head. This varies from people's names scribbled in different ways to a short story length piece of work. I have even found myself copying out notes for school just to have a pen in my hand.

When I have no urge to actually write anything down (or can't find any paper) I find myself just sitting with a pen in my hand. Somehow the feel of the pen in my hand comforts me. Its almost like a safety blanket where I know its there if I need to write something down. This pen never seems to have a lid on it though. This normally results in me or everything around me being covered in pen.

I am one of those people who walks around with a pen and a notebook in their bag at all times just for the possibility of  inspiration striking. It very rarely does and I normally end up just having a pen in my bag for other people to use.

My only problem with days like these are that everything comes to a standstill. I can't seem to concentrate on school work so that goes out of the window. I can't watch anything on the TV because when I am writing I miss everything that happens. I also cannot just sit and do nothing because then I go crazy.

Today is one of what I like to call my "writing days". So I am so sorry if you have just read all of this. I'm sorry because it is all just one big ramble and I have no idea if any of it makes sense but there you go.

These are my late night thoughts for the day.