My brother is 4 1/2 years younger than me, but the generation gap has never been more evident than in a study of us two.
At age 18, I enlisted in the Air Force. I delayed the enlistment to help my family move cross-country, from Florida to California. Nine years later, I come home to find my "millennial" brother has had a good hand in ruining my family. Savannah Ashley brought up a few terms that relate directly to my experience, and these are terms or phrases that I have used.
"Think They Know-It-Alls": My little brother, the car mechanic who killed a meticulously maintained [Dad owned it from day 1] commuter Saturn by running it out of oil. He also insisted that they didn't make 10-shot revolvers, and didn't even admit he was wrong after he was showed my Mom's 10-shot .22. When he wanted to spend his tax return on an Alienware computer instead of paying off some debt, I advised him to upgrade what he has with the best parts his motherboard could handle, which would be cheap. His way of telling me that he didn't want to follow my advice was by saying that his motherboard was bad. It's bad and yet it still runs and he spends hours on his computer every day.
Sociopaths: My parents used a wide variety and a decent amount of drugs when we were small children. By the time I was a teenager they had stopped. Our quality of life went up. I learned a lesson from this: the rumors are true that drug abuse can do bad things. I learned from the mistakes that my parents made. My brother did not, and ended up with a methamphetamine addiction. Apparently it is not his fault, you see, as he was doing it so that he could work two jobs and still have enough energy and time to spend with his daughter.
He and his daughter live with my parents, and he has lived with them for most of the period of his life where he should be considered an adult. He is obese and won't do anything about it. His first excuse was that the machines at some of the gyms couldn't handle his weight, and made his knees hurt. Then when you find a gym that has a heavy-duty elliptical machine, he doesn't want to because other people working out at the gym will look and laugh at him. Mind you, he will be the first to tell you that he doesn't care what other people think. These small stories are just the tip of the iceberg. Me and my mother have fought about him, and because of all of what has rotted over the past 10 years [and this last year in particular], I do not visit or speak with my family. They live less than 15 miles from me but I refuse to make that drive. My advice and anger have not, and will not change them.
At age 18, I enlisted in the Air Force. I delayed the enlistment to help my family move cross-country, from Florida to California. Nine years later, I come home to find my "millennial" brother has had a good hand in ruining my family. Savannah Ashley brought up a few terms that relate directly to my experience, and these are terms or phrases that I have used.
"Think They Know-It-Alls": My little brother, the car mechanic who killed a meticulously maintained [Dad owned it from day 1] commuter Saturn by running it out of oil. He also insisted that they didn't make 10-shot revolvers, and didn't even admit he was wrong after he was showed my Mom's 10-shot .22. When he wanted to spend his tax return on an Alienware computer instead of paying off some debt, I advised him to upgrade what he has with the best parts his motherboard could handle, which would be cheap. His way of telling me that he didn't want to follow my advice was by saying that his motherboard was bad. It's bad and yet it still runs and he spends hours on his computer every day.
Sociopaths: My parents used a wide variety and a decent amount of drugs when we were small children. By the time I was a teenager they had stopped. Our quality of life went up. I learned a lesson from this: the rumors are true that drug abuse can do bad things. I learned from the mistakes that my parents made. My brother did not, and ended up with a methamphetamine addiction. Apparently it is not his fault, you see, as he was doing it so that he could work two jobs and still have enough energy and time to spend with his daughter.
He and his daughter live with my parents, and he has lived with them for most of the period of his life where he should be considered an adult. He is obese and won't do anything about it. His first excuse was that the machines at some of the gyms couldn't handle his weight, and made his knees hurt. Then when you find a gym that has a heavy-duty elliptical machine, he doesn't want to because other people working out at the gym will look and laugh at him. Mind you, he will be the first to tell you that he doesn't care what other people think. These small stories are just the tip of the iceberg. Me and my mother have fought about him, and because of all of what has rotted over the past 10 years [and this last year in particular], I do not visit or speak with my family. They live less than 15 miles from me but I refuse to make that drive. My advice and anger have not, and will not change them.