Just got into a heated argument with my brother. We usually go through these things time to time. I mean c’mon, brothers will always fight, especially if we’re all boys. We’re like a pack of wolves; we’ll fight for each other, but then again we’ll fight against each other. I’m not the type to get all angry. No one outside my immediate family seen me when I get heated. That’s what I dislike about myself. The times I’m at my angriest is when I get into an altercation with my family. I pray that our conflicts will remain nonviolent, however I can’t promise that. One day one of us will explode and I’m not speaking of shouting on the top of our lounges. I’m talking about exploding as in drawing blood. That’s what I fear the most, drawing blood with blood. I pray it doesn’t come down to that. I can’t see myself being pulped by my brother or vice-versa. We’re all grown and we’re all capable of hurting each other. Most of the times I see my brother post Facebook postings about our family conflicts or call someone to speak about it. I hate when he does this because he makes everyone look like an enemy and himself as a victim. Not only that, our family on Facebook sometimes favor his post, but they’re not fully informed on the whole part of the story. When i go to family functions, sometimes i wonder if my own family views me as an enemy. I’m usually a quiet dude when I’m out the house, so I do get paranoid if others do view my as those quiet-yet deceptive types of people because of my brother. I’m really not. I’m more of the quiet-shy types who takes awhile to settle down to a certain comfort zone. I know I’m being hypocritical about venting online just like my brother, but I’m not making him an enemy nor am I portraying him as one to others. He’s my bro, I wouldn’t explain my bro as deceptive to others.
Our argument tonight was like no other, it was in front of my in-law. So my bro was talking to my in-law about the proper gym attire for Planet Fitness. Me and my other bro were just giggling and saying to each other if the dude was serious. Soon, we start arguing about gym attire (I know little ****, but who does’t argue about little ****. It’s the most tailored argument for any two beings). I was just suggesting to not wear hats at a gym because highschoolers and wannabe’s do it. Then my bro kinda gets heated and says he has better hair than me and my other brother and that he needs to cover it. I was trying to suggest a headband, but knowing myself I retaliated about the hair comment and said- “I was just trying suggesting a headband, but you go on some crazy rant” (Something along those lines). So my bro gets heated and slammed the kitchen cabinet. He starts saying me and my bro are ganging up on him and he’s tired of us making sarcastic remarks. (There’s three of us, everyday we all gang up on each other with jokes. I guess today was the wrong day). He goes upstairs and continues to rant, but I just ignore it. Soon after, I here my dad trying to calm him down, but he wasn’t having it. Suddenly, he heads back downstairs even more heated. Then he began pushing for an altercation saying things like “I’m ready, I’m down here” like he’s ready to square up. So my blood starts to boil and we’re arguing across the table. We get face to face, so it’s a faceoff (I’m talking like forehead to forehead, eye to eye). At this moment, my blood is boiling and I cannot recall anything being said at the moment. My dad and other bro seperate us.
The thing is, me and my bros always joke around with each other. Sometimes we single each other out especially with my older bro (The one who i wasn’t arguing with), we always poke fun at him and call him a shaved bear. With my other bro, I really don’t know what’s wrong with him lately. He’s just not having it with any of the family especially my mom, they’re constantly argue. He claims my in-law (Older brother or shaved bear’s wife) is the only one who understands him. However, I think I understand him the most because I know all his stages and lived with him my whole life and fought with him numerous times. He’s also my partner in crime and mentor when it comes to shoes and clothes. I just think I know him best and that’s why I had the balls to get in his face. I don’t know where our relationship goes on from today. I only wish for the best, and that’s for everything to be back to normal.
I know it’s just a little argument, but it’s definitely degrading for me since I cherish my brothers or shall I call them my mentors. I don’t want to be seen as a bad guy, but if I am, then I guess I am. If this is life as villian, then it sure is depressing.