Where is the Love?

I love my brothers. I truly do. But fuck, man. They're assholes. Ugh.

Let's start with the youngest one, 12 years old. This kid is smart, but lazy. Not couch-potato lazy, I'm talking about pass-the-job-to-Kuya lazy. We're like, 6 or 7 years apart, and we really don't get along well. But I guess that there are some days when he needs something from me, or he's in a really good mood, that we get along quite well.. for a short period of time. As for the way this kid treats me? This kid is a first-class prick. For starters, he talks back to me as if we were equals, as if I'm in no position of authority. Also, he lies most of the time, and I still don't get why my parents actually believe whatever he says. Plus he's selfish, most of the time.

Moving on, we have the middle kid, 16 years old. This one, I get along with quite well. There are instances, however, when he becomes this self-righteous asshole. You don't want to get on this one's bad side. How does he treat me? Hmm.. Let's start with the privacy. This guy would invade mine and would badmouth me whenever I allegedly "invade" his. His case of paranoia when it comes to his stuff, music especially, is way off the normal level. What else? When on his bad side, this guy would not listen to anything I say. He would shrug off my argument, because he's always right. As I said, a self-righteous prick. Is that all? NO. He would also disregard anything I say as long as he benefits. Let's take "Internet Rights," for example. We live in a home with 3 floors plus a basement. In the past, the modem would be placed in the kitchen, so that my dad would have no problems whatsoever with the signal. Recently, my dad transferred the modem to the second floor, to cater to the internet needs of my mom and her iPad. The next day, however, my dad transferred BOTH the desktop AND the modem to the basement(Why? I do not know.). Now, the modem is being transferred to the basement, the kitchen and the second floor whenever needed, with permission, of course. He, however, does not believe that he needs permission to do so. My dad, tired from work, gets irritated whenever he hears our fighting. So I, the elder brother, always gives way. I AM FUCKING TIRED OF GIVING WAY. 

I guess I've said enough..

On the other hand, I know that I AM NOT THE PERFECT KUYA. I know that I do not live up to the expectations of my parents, nor do I embody the role model expected of me. I know that I can be a pain in the ass sometimes. But what I do know, is that I, being a kuya, am to be respected, especially by these two. How am I expected to command the respect of those whom I would be supervising, in the event that I would be, if I cannot command the respect of my siblings? This issue may seem trivial to some, but I do not take this lightly.

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I'm glad that's out. I must thank my friend, Aldrin Felipe. He suggested I create a blog, and so I did. It really does help me express myself.