If I had to describe my family in one word it would be dysfunctional.
It’s not that I come from some Jerry Springer situation, but everyone I grew up with has some problems.
We’ve all been through a lot, and we tend to take it out on each other. Each person likes to think that they are tougher than everyone else on Earth. They take pride in the struggles and discomforts they experience. It is a lifelong pissing contest. That’s why I shouldn’t be surprised that my oldest brother is currently berating me about how uncomfortable it is in his area this summer. He’s been on the phone with me for over an hour now, complaining endlessly about his failing AC system. He proudly told me that he didn’t sleep all week because the cooling system stopped operating properly. Rather than calling out a certified HVAC technician, he started fiddling with the AC himself, and made the problem much worse. Now, the AC system isn’t working at all. He’s been complaining on and on about the ungodly heat and humidity that they’re experiencing and says I have no idea what this suffering is like. It’s really hard for me to hold my tongue, considering he broke the AC system himself Instead of calling a ventilation professional. It’s also quite hard and not to yell back at him about the Heat. He’s complaining about the Midwest summer, well I’m living in the Deep South. This big baby has no idea what real heat and humidity feels like. He wishes he was as tough as me.