I have a brother who is a master visionary, I only wish that I could be half as creative. I long to be an artist of some sort but truly have little to no talent. People say I can sing! This makes me giggle. Great singing is subjective and not that it matters anyway, I'm way to "shy" to sing in front of anyone. My drunken night in Portland recently brought out a little karaoke from my inside but that literally was the first time that ever happened and I'm not even sure that counts as anything. Karaoke is a joke to me. It's a platform for drunken fools to pretend like they can sing (insert barf here). I'm sorry I may sound like a snob but I have no desire to sit there and listen to the man who can barely speak English try to belt out a top 100 song that is played over and over again on the radio.
https://www.dropbox.com/s/t4m7zf34vznl373/giphy.mp4?dl=0
Which brings me to my next thought. The radio. I'm lame. Truly lame. I can't stand listening to the radio. I only started listening to music again approximately 6 months ago when again, my awesomely cool brother introduced me to some hip alternative music. I mean I have kids for goodness sakes! These two little beasts provide more noise in my head then I can handle, you can ask my bro about this, beings how he can't stand talking to me on the phone when the children are present, this is due to the screams in the background and the constant interruptions that come when I am on the phone.
I love my brother. It's amazing to me how sibling relationships change overtime. We hated each other growing up. We downright tortured each other at times. I know, I know, this is normal. But it doesn't feel normal when your bro has you in a headlock and takes your head and rams it into the doorknob, tell me how this is normal? As an adult I cannot imagine my life with out this guy. He pushes the limits of life far more than I could ever imagine, this is where a smidge of jealousy creeps in. I want to travel the world!!! I want to jump off cliffs without knowing whether or not I'm going to die landing on some reef below, shit I may be even a bit jealous of insane diarrhea, a bucket, and no toilet paper across the world from this mundane home of mine.
