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Duck hunter, with the ever rare light shotgun. Yes, they made one. But it went the way of the power glove.

mad

*brings in a tofu pig*

Not it's not! BRAMBLES LEVEL is so nice! :3 Yay for being shot from a cannon into giant thorns!

Okay, so the den is a mess, trash and dirt, and just has the aura of dirty (though it is actually decently organzied and clean) and what not. Now, my mom says, "Alright, lets get all this cleaned up and get ready to go to lunch." (it is 10 when I wake up.)

So my brother (6'2" 320 pounds, overweight, and very very pissy and grumpy, and has a very VERY short fuse.) decides that he wants to take a shower. Now while walking to the shower he proceeds to tell me:

"Hey, pull up this fouton and clean it off while I take a shower."

And in my mind, I'm thinking, "Uh, like ******** no." So I begin to laugh out loud, or in essence, LoL... hard. And he proceeds to charge at me, his fist raised back, and snarling and breathing heavy, pushing me down from my rolly chair, and yell at me about not laughing at him. I continue to laugh and cower because, he doesn't hit hard, but he is so big its hard not to cringe, and I continue to laugh, while he hits me twice in the back of the head and storms off.

NOW, mom comes out and asks him what happened, and he said I laughed at him... but I didn't. I laughed at his command, like he was in charge of me.

Now you have had to have been around John and I for a long time to know, that he is :
1. lazy
2. rude
3. grotesque
4. easily angered
5. oafish
6. and very VERY self centered

And yet... my mom, as always, takes his side, and declairs that it wasn't right for me to laugh at him. Which baffled me, because these are the same people who laugh at me when I bumble my words or try and defend a point, etc. Very demeaning as you can see. But this is usual, he is the baby, and I am the rebel/middle child in her mind, so my lazy slob of a brother gets to romp around hitting me at will, while when I retaliate we both get in trouble.

I mean I love him to death, but what he does isn't going to help in in the real world. And by what means does hitting me have ANY right to do so. Even if I did laugh at him, why does he justify that with violence.

I hate him, but love him, and part of me wants to have him ganked when he goes to jail, and another wants to beat some sense into him, another part pities him.

Now in no way am I putting myself at a higher standard, because I am FAR from perfect, but I'm very judgemental of myself and can realize character flaws, imo, but again biased so not always truthful.

I dunno, just pisses me off, why I get punished because he was angry.

That sounds a lot like my sister. She gets away with crap like that too. Haven't found a way around it yet though.

Actually, I did find one way around it, but it wasn't so much finding a way around it as my sister deciding to do her 'You're faking being disabled' crap while my dad was within earshot. Man that was funny.

Now that I think about it, something just like this happens to me. My mum tells my sister and I to tidy up, and my sister waits until she's left before saying 'You tidy up, I have other stuff to do' and when I say no, she goes into a tantrum to the tune of 'She's not helping tidy up!'