I'm not scared of words
Alright, I am officially confused. My brother has turned into a pubescent monster. He is 14. And I have no idea how his mind works, or what I should do. If you just want to skip to the angst withouth the long explanation, scroll to the *. Bear with me while I take you through my day. I get up, then I have to wake up the Monster. This is a system we have worked out, somewhat against my will, since I get up earlier and he "can't" set his alarm. So getting him up is like eating soup with a fork. And we're assuming there are no noodles or anything that I can actually pick up with a fork. So finally I get him up. He's already bitching and moaning, because I got him up, therefore I am the cause of all his suffering. So he comes downstairs, hogs the comics, snaps when I even suggest that I might want to read them. He doesn't eat breakfast, which lowers his blood sugar and makes him even bitchier that he already is (my mom is the same way). He sits on the couch and plunks away at the electric guitar he got for Christmas but still doesn't know how to play except for the first couple power chords of "Crazy Train". He does this while I tell him we have to go, to that one place, you know, school! I have a first period class now, I actually have to get there on time! So we finally get in the car. And the speakers are blaring loud, ugly music featuring angry men and their screeching guitars. A cold, silent, morose walk up from SPARC, and I'm free for my day at school. YES! Then I get to pick him up from basketball practice at SPARC. And let's say I get there at 4:46. Oh my goodness, he's been waiting for an entire minute. Bitch bitch bitch. Sorry. Moping, angry-men-screaming ride home. Some bitching at my mother, throwing things, yelling at my parents, since now they're the cause of his "suffering", then he either disappears downstairs in front of the tv or in front of the computer. However, my parents have decided that he gets no tv since he's being a brat, which makes him even more pissy towards them because he can't watch tv. More bitching, snotty remarks, rude comments. Get you homework done. No. Yes. Mumble mumble. What??? You're deaf. Yes I know, what did you say??? Mumble mumble, shuffle shuffle away. I go to bed, but he goes to bed later. And hits his lacrosse ball against the wall. And turns on his radio. Loud. When I finally stagger into his room and ask him nicely to please go to bed, he scoffs, slams the door, and proceeds to bang around in the bathroom (with which I share a wall) for at least another hour. Finally I get to sleep, and the cycle starts again.
*I am not a 14 year old boy. I never have been, and I never will be (I'm assuming). But I do have to live with one, and it's not pretty. Do I just leave him alone? He obviously doesn't want to talk about it, or at least not with me. I am seriously going to go nuts if he doesn't change. For those of you who know me, I've usually got a lot of patience. But I need some time to reload, and this is just nonstop bratty insolence. Help!
*I am not a 14 year old boy. I never have been, and I never will be (I'm assuming). But I do have to live with one, and it's not pretty. Do I just leave him alone? He obviously doesn't want to talk about it, or at least not with me. I am seriously going to go nuts if he doesn't change. For those of you who know me, I've usually got a lot of patience. But I need some time to reload, and this is just nonstop bratty insolence. Help!