The more I talk with my brother the more I have the feeling I'm talking to a stranger.
I'm not 'family' oriented but in this case, between my brother and me, the relationship is getting so thin I have the feeling when Mum dies (if she ever does before any of us that is) my … obligations (can't think of any better word) will die too.
He called me up the other day, yesterday as a matter of fact, just to know how things were regarding my application for a job in Finland. I felt Mum and he had a discussion over me probably minutes before (It's Finland people not the Moon. Besides it's far from done yet).
Any discussion I have with brother always turns into a I'm-right-you're-wrong game (me being wrong of course). This time, after the 'Finnish episode' (2 minutes) we ended up discussing ripping CDs and DVDs and downloading like crazy which he does a lot and me, maybe ten singles last year.
We couldn't disagree more. Knowing how this discussion would unfold I didn't let him move one bit from the main subject. I know his technics: finding the one weak argument no matter how remote from the main subject it can be and use it as a reason to question the relevance of the whole discussion structure.
It's so happened this PC crashed and so did my Skype connection. After, what, 1 good hour chat I didn't feel like calling back. He did (always does, I never call) just to let me know I didn't offer any alternatives blablablablabla.
Does he love me?
Seriously! I can't say whether he loves me as I'm said all brothers love their siblings.
Honestly, I don't love him, I barely like him. I don't care about him.
