Boys Will Be Boys in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write

I’m not sure if it’s the arrogance or something else, but by day 3 of my little brother’s visit, I was ready for him to leave… and we still had 2 weeks left to go.

It’s not as if there was anything particularly wrong with him, necessarily, it’s just the whole mindset. I left that all behind on the shores at my back and to have it brought here and proudly displayed is unnerving and humbling in a way that I’m not sure is beneficial to me. As we were doing his tourist-y things, I was genuinely interested in things that he couldn’t care about, mostly because I’m academic and he’s about adrenaline.

The museum about the history of the Chinese immigrants and how they coalesced into a societal force was absolutely fascinating, he couldn’t care less except they had air conditioner.

Then my little brother did something that everyone I’ve told keeps saying, “well, he’s 26, what do you expect?” as if that some how excuses inexcusable behavior. It’s the “boys will be boys” argument in another context, somehow this thing completely trumps any consequences.

I would have never behaved that way, my grandmother taught me better. She taught me manners, how to be polite and be a good travel companion.

But I keep forgetting, she’s dead now and so to must pass all of her ways… This world is fucking doomed.