Okay, so I suck at keeping up with a blog. I admit it! Anyway, I had an idea to write this when I first got home for break. However, my full schedule of not doing anything got in the way. *Ahem.* I mean I was totally doing stuff during break, totally not lazing around reading and binge watching TV.
Well, anyway the topic of this post came to me right when I got home from break. I started to unpack, but at that moment I was looking at my bulging suitcase and wondering, "Should I unpack or just live out of a suitcase for three weeks?" Obviously that's ridiculous. My half empty closet was glaring at me and I decided that I might as well put my clothes and such away since I would be there for a while. As I was putting things away I noticed that all of my stuff didn't necessarily have a place to go. I had to retrieve more hangers for my shirts because I had left all of mine at school. The drawers in my dresser became bursting full of clothes. Nothing was fitting the way it used to.
It was then at that point that I realized, the same was true for me. My one semester at college was already reforming and changing me. I was a square block trying to cram back into my round hole.
One way I noticed this was when my brother and I were conversing for the first time. He and I used to get in a fight maybe 4 or 5 times out of ten, but now it seemed that almost every time we talked, we would end up in a shouting match. We were already different, but now it seems like we're polar opposites.
Me going to a Christian college probably wasn't helping us become closer either. As I was growing closer to God, my brother and I started to become more estranged. It's probably because I'm a Christian, but my brother claims to be an atheist. Now I have nothing against atheists as long as they aren't being jerks to me, but I think that it gives my brother and I different viewpoints.
I really noticed this when he was talking to me about something that is most likely unimportant now. My brother was swearing a lot when he was talking. I can stand some swearing every once in a while, but when you use them in every other sentence, it starts to tick me off. Especially because the swear words are usually just "sentence enhancers" only there to put emphasis on words or something.
Well I should probably be doing something about now...so until next time? I still don't like ending these. I don't think it's possible without sounded cheesy or dumb.
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