Living as Night and Day: the Story of Two Brothers.
Between my brother Joe and I, you could not find another pair so unalike. Despite growing up in the same household, ate at the same table, we experienced different things. After our experiences, Joseph became an exceedingly negative man. The man ignorant to others feelings; careless to everyone else’s convenience. Impatience, arrogant, chauvinistic and shrewd. I am the opposite of my brother, which makes me proud. Unlike Joesph, I’ve learned from my experiences. My outlook on life has not been jaded. For the most part, the two of us had lived our lives in the same town, but in different realities.
Family. When you think of the word, there are other words that you associate with it. Togetherness, …show more content…
The divorce actually had more of a positive effect on me. It was not mandatory for me to visit him everyday. Of course, my brother would visit him whenever he had the chance to. I honestly can’t remember what my brother was feeling at the time. Perhaps it was a shared feeling. Around this time, I was diagnosed with high functioning Aspburger’s Syndrome. My father was even more disappointed in me, stating I was a broken child. My father tried to install such a self hatred in me; the same self hatred that had been programed into him. I believe that at the time, he was trying to take out his problems on me. He was ailing from lung cancer, and did o’t want to seem weak, although his affliction was killing him. When my father finally passed on, my brother was devastated. As a child, I did not know what to feel. Remorse of the father I lost? Or happiness? Such a conflicting feeling for a child to experience. My father was buried two days after his passing. It’d be another ten years before I buried my contempt along with …show more content…
In kindergarten and elementary school, my brother excelled at everything. He was constantly awarded school prizes, I did not act as a normal child would. I’d often be by myself, daydreaming of things. I had frequently tried to run away from school, only to be caught and be taken back to class, or to the principal 's office. I was always in trouble in school due to the fact that I did not know how to handle myself. No student, or teacher for that matter, at the school really knew that. My fellow students just ostracized me. While I was alone, my brother was exceedingly popular. He had good grades, a posse that had followed him and teachers adored him. Other than I actually getting the help for myself, nothing really changed much in high school. I was still considered a social pariah, but the teachers liked me and that was the only thing I really cared about. I joined the Drama club, Joe joined the Future Farmers of America. Thankfully, we both flourished in these groups. Joseph became the FFA president and a fantastic public speaker. I was acclaimed for my acting abilities around the school. I thought for once, we’d get over our differences, but things still remained the
Between my brother Joe and I, you could not find another pair so unalike. Despite growing up in the same household, ate at the same table, we experienced different things. After our experiences, Joseph became an exceedingly negative man. The man ignorant to others feelings; careless to everyone else’s convenience. Impatience, arrogant, chauvinistic and shrewd. I am the opposite of my brother, which makes me proud. Unlike Joesph, I’ve learned from my experiences. My outlook on life has not been jaded. For the most part, the two of us had lived our lives in the same town, but in different realities.
Family. When you think of the word, there are other words that you associate with it. Togetherness, …show more content…
The divorce actually had more of a positive effect on me. It was not mandatory for me to visit him everyday. Of course, my brother would visit him whenever he had the chance to. I honestly can’t remember what my brother was feeling at the time. Perhaps it was a shared feeling. Around this time, I was diagnosed with high functioning Aspburger’s Syndrome. My father was even more disappointed in me, stating I was a broken child. My father tried to install such a self hatred in me; the same self hatred that had been programed into him. I believe that at the time, he was trying to take out his problems on me. He was ailing from lung cancer, and did o’t want to seem weak, although his affliction was killing him. When my father finally passed on, my brother was devastated. As a child, I did not know what to feel. Remorse of the father I lost? Or happiness? Such a conflicting feeling for a child to experience. My father was buried two days after his passing. It’d be another ten years before I buried my contempt along with …show more content…
In kindergarten and elementary school, my brother excelled at everything. He was constantly awarded school prizes, I did not act as a normal child would. I’d often be by myself, daydreaming of things. I had frequently tried to run away from school, only to be caught and be taken back to class, or to the principal 's office. I was always in trouble in school due to the fact that I did not know how to handle myself. No student, or teacher for that matter, at the school really knew that. My fellow students just ostracized me. While I was alone, my brother was exceedingly popular. He had good grades, a posse that had followed him and teachers adored him. Other than I actually getting the help for myself, nothing really changed much in high school. I was still considered a social pariah, but the teachers liked me and that was the only thing I really cared about. I joined the Drama club, Joe joined the Future Farmers of America. Thankfully, we both flourished in these groups. Joseph became the FFA president and a fantastic public speaker. I was acclaimed for my acting abilities around the school. I thought for once, we’d get over our differences, but things still remained the