Family No Fair

Today, I got into a huge argument with my brother. We are six years apart. At what age is this nonsense supposed to end? And to think, I was super excited when he was born. Now, all he does is yell, complain, mope, and bark. I guess this argument was all my fault for not allowing him to strong-arm and overrun a conversation he was not even a part of. I will not be bullied by my kid brother. My bad. 

Family, am I right? When I used to get into tween spats with my mom, my grandma would say, "Well, you don't get to choose your family." I'm not so sure. I have heard that there are cultures that believe that the spirits of babies choose their parents or that the family you are born into is all a part of some type of divine plan. This evening, I wanted to dropkick my brother. How's that for divinity?

My mom had four siblings, and now three of them are gone, including her. I know the importance of valuing your brothers and sisters better than the average Joe. I know a lot of people who are only children, so I also know how lucky I am to have brothers and sisters. I love and appreciate them. That doesn't mean that I don't often fantasize about stomping on my brother's foot. He thinks I don't hear him, and I know he doesn't hear me. At times, he can be truly unbearable. I didn't choose him, so I guess I should just love him, even though that is easier said than done, and I would much rather love to elbow him in the ear. Little brothers, am I right?

Grown

I pay my own bills. I have now gone on my first date. I am officially too old to be on The Real Word. I almost had sex. I can vote. I mean, the evidence is never ending that I am grown. So why, why, oh why does my mother still talk to me like I am 5 1/2?
Yesterday, while visiting her, she bought a package of cookies and like a fool, I attempted to go back to the pack for seconds and she grunts all loud and scrunches up her face. So I'm like, "Uggh!" That was all that was needed for her to spring into a 40-second attack.
She just started going on and on about how she is tired of not being able to say anything to me and she is tired of my attitude and blah, blah, blah. I just wanted to raise my hand and be like, "Pardon me madame...I'M GROWN! I'll get another cookie if I want another cookie!"
But of course, I didn't say that. You have to respect your parents, even when they are being nuts. Plus, I may be grown, but not too grown to get my ass whooped.