My mom declared a family meeting the other day… yeah. We all know how that goes. It’s always more of a lecture than a meeting. Lucky for me, my older brother recently moved back in with us putting the target on his head. Travis comes off as a sort of grumpy old man. He can rant for hours about how he hates the army, the government is fucked up, and how everyone is a mindless drown to the media. Personally, I love it when he gets all hyped up about things and his face turns red and his words start to blend together. I agree with him for the most part, he just takes these things more personally than I do. For someone like my mom, it’s hard to see past the roughness to the nice guy deep down. He’s not angry at the world, he just doesn’t like it. My mom tends to take his rash comments to heart leading her to the belief that Travis hates his family and is deeply depressed. On the contrary, I’m fairly certain that he loves our family. She confuses his eagerness to live on his own as a scheme to escape her. I totally understand how he feels. He wants to feel like he’s his own person. Being a 22 year old man living with his parents does not sit well with him. He told us that he plans on getting his own place in three months. I’m not totally sure he will be able to do it, but a thought occurred to me: maybe Travis and I could move into a place together. That way we could split the cost and we would both feel more like the adults we are. I haven’t talked to him about it. I’m actually kind of afraid of what he will say. I know he doesn’t dislike me, but I’m not positive he’d be cool with living with his little sister.
Oh well… I guess we’ll see.