The world is changed.
If I haven't mentioned it yet, my brother now has a girlfriend-- her name is Eleya, and she is his first girlfriend ever. It's actually the first time he's ever had a crush on a girl and had it go well. She seems like a very nice person, the one time I've met her (although they've only been dating for about a week and a half). She's pretty, she's low-key, she's quiet, and she won't force him into any physical contact that he won't appreciate (unlike the rest of the male 20-year-old population, my brother is downright sex-phobic, not sex-crazed. He blushes when he has to mention the word and still sort of views it as something about as appealing as taking a shit-- interesting in a sort of shameful, private way, but mostly something best not discussed).
The only problem is, she's conservative. My family is not.
Now, I'm mostly amused by this relationship. It's hardly the sort of thing I'd expect to turn into a serious relationship or (dun dun DUN!) marriage-- my brother is far too confused about himself and his own life to even be near footing firm enough to discuss a long commitment, let alone a lifetime one. This is probably way more of just a new experience for him than an end-all be-all. I was surprised, however, when I expressed amusement at a bumper sticker reading "Support stem cell research-- grow Bush a brain," and Nat berated me for "mudslinging." He told me there was too much of it going on in the last election and he was sick of it.
The last I checked, he'd been "slinging as much mud" as I had, i.e., hardly any-- I hate political debates. He'd laughed at "GROW YOUR OWN DOPE, PLANT A BUSH" a few months earlier. At any rate, I'd hardly call a bumper sticker inflammatory enough to be considered "mud slinging"-- after all, aren't they meant to be jokes?
Today my father informed me that Nat told Mom he had had a "revelation" and wanted to become a missionary worker. Her response, to her eternal credit, was, "So I guess this means you're going to become fluent in a foreign language?"
Pwned.
You gotta love the dating scene.
The only problem is, she's conservative. My family is not.
Now, I'm mostly amused by this relationship. It's hardly the sort of thing I'd expect to turn into a serious relationship or (dun dun DUN!) marriage-- my brother is far too confused about himself and his own life to even be near footing firm enough to discuss a long commitment, let alone a lifetime one. This is probably way more of just a new experience for him than an end-all be-all. I was surprised, however, when I expressed amusement at a bumper sticker reading "Support stem cell research-- grow Bush a brain," and Nat berated me for "mudslinging." He told me there was too much of it going on in the last election and he was sick of it.
The last I checked, he'd been "slinging as much mud" as I had, i.e., hardly any-- I hate political debates. He'd laughed at "GROW YOUR OWN DOPE, PLANT A BUSH" a few months earlier. At any rate, I'd hardly call a bumper sticker inflammatory enough to be considered "mud slinging"-- after all, aren't they meant to be jokes?
Today my father informed me that Nat told Mom he had had a "revelation" and wanted to become a missionary worker. Her response, to her eternal credit, was, "So I guess this means you're going to become fluent in a foreign language?"
Pwned.
You gotta love the dating scene.