Saturday, February 18, 2006

Friends You Can Choose, Family You Cannot

My brother just joined MSN and asked for mine... I gave it to him, and for a few minutes I felt like I was at home again...

He's 15, into basketball (and girls, I suppose) and his best friend is into computer stuff and often guides him. He said, when he called, that he realised what kind of person I would be if I were in his class, and he probably wouldn't like me very much. He's probably right, although back then I was just out of my basketball phase and would still say hi to him since he'd be in my team, but he wouldn't really be a friend-friend. And we'd lose touch a year later probably, just saying a random 'hello' here and there. And my mother would now tell me about him, about how he continued his studies while I left Edinburgh and Biochemistry and such, and how he'd still be the "good son" to the "problematic daughter" I still am...

Still, I'm more than proud of myself, being a weirdo and all... And people who are not related to me and don't have to stand me by necessity seem to like me anyway, for who I am. And I could build websites when I was his age, I could script, and I wrote poetry and stories and weird teenage stuff, while he has trouble with sending email attachments... Still, he's smart, and interesting, and a great teenager if I may say so myself, well-adjusted and well brought up. And he faces my dad's whining with laughter or irony, so he's well above it, which I admire. He's got people skills which I only recently developed, and he's the kind of person that I really wanted to be when I was still his age, but I found reasons to dislike them because I lived in a different world than them in the same closed and tiny universe of school...

And the only reason I love him so much is not because he can actually think and talk and understand - a lot of people probably can, but I usually meet the other kind lately for some reason - but because he's my brother. That's why he has me on his MSN list and why he'd care about Than's webcomic or whatever, not because I'm a 15 year old girl that he likes... And it's wonderful, I think, how family - like the army, or school, or like anything else you may just get forced into without choosing the pool of people that you hang out with - is there to help you appreciate the people in it, when you wouldn't choose them if they were just random people out there...

Family is a magical thing, if you let it. And I'd wish it upon everyone, but then I think that everyone's got one of their own.

2 comments:

JPG said...

Love your blog...very nice indeed!
JPG
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Mother goose said...

Quite rightly so ,,,, "Friends you can choose ,Family you cannot" however WE have always loved to have you as part of our family and are extremely proud about that as well . YOU are UNIQUE and its about time you realised that yourself and stopped comparing or contrasting yourself with your brother ....he is who he is and you are YOU ..