This weekend/Monday blew hard. Not in a tragic way, more like first world problems. I just got done moving a little more than an hour ago. My roommates and I had from Friday to Monday to get everything to the new apt and clean the place. Oh and it was my cousin's wedding on Sunday. Anyhow, without a real blow by blow on boring shit, it mostly constituted me moving half of the shit in the apartment myself and my brother and other roommate just sort of milling around with a little wedding drama mixed in.
Let's skip to the conclusions though. I found out that I don't like it when people are weak or too soft. It's dickish to say but this weekend sort of highlighted a lot of the issues I have with my brother and I feel bad because I love the guy and he's generous and giving but he really is soft. Part of me wonders if I'm being too hard on him. He really is a good guy but he's shitty in situations that require action or just putting one foot in front of the other. I guess the way it popped in my head at one point was this: my brother is responsible but not practical at all, whereas I'm practical but just too damn irresponsible. I procrastinate like a son of a bitch, but if something has to be done by some time else bad things happen I set my mind to the grindstone. My brother is more proactive about completing stuff, unless it requires more than a phone call or an email or paperwork. He lacks intensity and wants to be taken care of, whereas I want to be independent and I vary by mood when I want to really push myself or relax. There's got to be a better way to explain that. The words there are too small.
Uh more concretely, I just kept plowing through everything we had to get done. The task was simple: get everything out of the old apartment to the new apartment which was literally like 200 feet away, both apartments were on the top (3rd floor). Knowing that I had my parents coming Saturday morning with a trailer and having helped shit tons of people move, I had like 75% of my stuff packed, everything big cleared off ready to haul. They showed up and it was smooth as silk. My brother otoh had a few things boxed and I had to disassemble his bed and we got maybe a quarter of his stuff out. Basically I moved everything of mine and half of his stuff while he kept talking about how his feet hurt. God this is boring even typing it. I'm just bitching my brother out.
Basically I feel like I have to baby my brother and one of my sisters just is so goddamn touchy and can't enjoy herself at weddings, like stating how obnoxious another table was b/c they kept banging and making noise until the bride and groom kissed or storming out of the reception during the bouquet toss b/c my cousin cheered her on to go up there. Then they did the garter toss and my brother just kept asking questions about what it was despite the two other cousins' weddings we'd been to and he didn't even go out there, then as I'm heading back to the table, my one sister is back crying/pissed and wants to leave and she rode with my parents so they have to go and I drove my brother and don't know the way back without following someone, so my entire family winds up leaving without even saying goodbye or congratulating the bride (my cousin). Oh, and it was an open bar, some of the bridesmaids were really gorgeous and the dude/lady ratio was fortuitous. Total clusterfuck imo. Yeah this is all a pointless post where I whine about shit.
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