Some things never change.

I'm not sure what I was expecting when my brother came to town. I guess I was just hoping he would some how understand my lifestyle. But when we hung out, it was like, he was with me out of obligation not because he wanted to. I love my brother and we don't have a lot (anything?) in common, but I don't want the distance between us. I know this is terrible to say, but if he died, I wouldn't have any idea what to say in a eulogy. I don't know him at all. And he seems to be okay with that. I guess that's why I'm bothered.