My little brother and I always get mad at each other. For the record, we have a horrible sibling dynamic and I’m pretty close to his age. I’m still in school and living with my parents, but he seems to always know how to piss me off. And you know what? I react. He gets hurt. He cries, for gods sake. But he still keeps pulling the same shit? Like today. He managed to lose a 24 pack of pencils, a pack of colored pencils, and his pen. (He still has a few pens left.) And he demands to use my stuff? Which is no big deal, until he demands to use my NICE art supplies for his shitty school work. He demanded I show him where I keep my nice colored pencils that by the way, are old AND I LEARNED TO DRAW WITH THEM. They’re what I used to teach myself how to draw. I guess you could say they’re pretty sentimental. To be fair, I didn’t buy them with my own money, they were a gift from my parents. I wouldn’t even let him use my pencils unless my parents forced me to. At least he doesn’t lose them, but at least if he lost them there would be a chance i could find them again. You know what he does instead? He sharpens them. Into oblivion. We have one of those really nice pencil sharpeners that you find in classrooms sometimes, and he sharpens them to being razor sharp. When I asked him to just use crayons or something, you know what he said?
“It helps me get the finer detail.”
This little shit thats coloring world maps in 7th grade and can hardly color inside the lines is talking about fine detail? And guess what? His maps still look like shit. Because fun fact, nice colored pencils have a very large range of shades, and IF YOU DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO FUCKING USE THEM, ITS GONNA LOOK LIKE SHIT. Despite this, he’s been using them for months, and my parents yell at me any time i try to bring this up. They tell me to “let it go, its not a big deal” but if he wanna be petty, Imma be petty.