My brother came to visit me for a week and I felt like a part of a social experiment. Like when twins are separated at birth and they analyse later on if there are any similarities even though they were brought up in completely different environments: Okay, my brother and I are not twins and we did live together until my early twenties, but, at the time, I felt we belonged to different universes. Well, it turns out that we are not so different after all. Psychologically, we are miles away; as far as I am concerned, emotionally (like physically) we are in different continents. But when it comes to taste and interest, we proved that we are our mother’s children.
It is funny how people develop an idea of who you are and what your life should be like. Upon taking my shoes off when entering my house he asked me if he should do the same. Apparently, taking my shoes off is “very me”. I’m still trying to figure out what “me” is like; but I guess me is fond of bare feet and baked courgette.
I think for an older sibling, the younger one will always be the baby (even if the baby is 25). I guess my housemates thought we’d host a toddler for a week, from the way I described him. But he is tall and has a deep voice (which I realized through a WhatsApp voice message; a message that I had to listen to over and over again to stop focusing on his post-pubescent voice and listen to what he was actually saying). You become an adult when you realize your little brother is already one.
Talking to my brother can develop into a migraine quite easily. He is a very smart guy, very rational and even though we speak the same language, it is like we address themes through a different dialect. He inspires me and depresses me at the same time. I become more aware of the world around me and my bubble seems shallow and futile. I feel it is important to have people who challenge you and in the niche world we live in now, it becomes easy to hang around a crowd with similar interests, thought processes and goals. I don’t want parallel disagreement either, I want intelligent interaction.
Maybe I’m missing out by not having him around; but maybe I can value our time together better than I would if I was in his constant company. Even though I reckon we have never burnt our bridges, I believe we have just built one.