My brother is 5 years older than me. I consider him to be one of my dearest, and closest friends. I feel very comfortable around him. He is much smarter than me and he is interested in a lot of things that I have no knowledge or interest in (like baseball) but he is also interested in most of the things that I like (movies, food, music, travel, art) and he can be very spontaneous, or adhere to a plan, he’s just super fun, and agreeable. He’s equally happy sitting on the couch next to me reading a book, or heading out on a camping trip or to a museum. He is my favorite traveling companion, one of the best people to enjoy a meal with (he likes everything and doesn’t complain, and he is kind to the wait staff). He’s super funny too.
One of the best things about him is that he “gets me.” We can be driving in the car together, and I’ll say something like, “You know that actress? You know, the one with the reddish hair that’s got eyes that are too far apart? You know, she was on that show with that guy, you know the one who was in that movie from the 70’s, but now he has gray hair.” He’ll say, “Yeah, I know who you mean. He’s either British or Scottish, and he was in this really funny movie with this other British actor, you know, he’s kind of portly and in this one very famous movie he had a mustache, but normally he doesn’t have a mustache.” And so it goes. No one else would have any idea of what we’re talking about.
My brother is very altruistic, to everyone. I always feel proud when I’m out and about and someone comes up to me and says how nice my brother is.
It saddens me to hear that a lot, if not most, people don’t like their siblings.