![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I have cool family
Oct. 19th, 2008 09:40 pmI went out for pizza with my brother and sister to celebrate my brother turning 19. Just the three of us, and just sitting around and talking in Boston. Not bad way to spend the evening. After dinner, my brother drove me back to Swelles, where he charmed the pants off my floormates for being (OMGZ!!!11) a boy. A COOL boy. Then, we went meandering through the access tunnels that run underneath the school. Then we got tired, and went home.
This all confirms one thing that I have long believed- my siblings are awesome.
No, truly. Not just because they are my siblings, though that helps. It's honestly rather a pleasure to be related to them. Now that we've all reached legal adulthood, we've spent enough time in the world to realize that all the stuff that we thought made us *soooooo* different from each other as children, is really just small potatoes. We agree on the stuff that matters, and we have fun with each other.
It was also remarked upon by my floormates how completely unrelated my brother and I look. We are just about as different as two pasty white people can look, and yet we share 25% of the same genes. He's, at the latest measurement, 14 inches taller than me, narrow as a noodle, and has black hair where mine is light brown. People seem surprised we know each other.
You don't notice that we're related until we start talking. And then the listener realizes that me and my brother just had a conversation in which both parties used the phrases the phrases "yesternight," "hypochondriacal," and "the Prisoner's Dilemma," and we both answered questions with the phrase "I know not." The listener may then become suspicious, but it's usually only until the failed your-mom joke that they realize, "Wait. These two people *share the same mother*?" And it all becomes clear.
This all confirms one thing that I have long believed- my siblings are awesome.
No, truly. Not just because they are my siblings, though that helps. It's honestly rather a pleasure to be related to them. Now that we've all reached legal adulthood, we've spent enough time in the world to realize that all the stuff that we thought made us *soooooo* different from each other as children, is really just small potatoes. We agree on the stuff that matters, and we have fun with each other.
It was also remarked upon by my floormates how completely unrelated my brother and I look. We are just about as different as two pasty white people can look, and yet we share 25% of the same genes. He's, at the latest measurement, 14 inches taller than me, narrow as a noodle, and has black hair where mine is light brown. People seem surprised we know each other.
You don't notice that we're related until we start talking. And then the listener realizes that me and my brother just had a conversation in which both parties used the phrases the phrases "yesternight," "hypochondriacal," and "the Prisoner's Dilemma," and we both answered questions with the phrase "I know not." The listener may then become suspicious, but it's usually only until the failed your-mom joke that they realize, "Wait. These two people *share the same mother*?" And it all becomes clear.
