Meet Rodney: 30-years-old; three years my senior; and obviously, my older brother. Below is a snippet of our usual conversations.
They’re ripe with sarcasm, nonchalance and semi-rude outbursts likely to give you pause. From the outside looking in, one may assume that we dislike each other; I assure you, we do not.
Consider our conversations a love language unlike any other you’ve come across.
Rodney: Listen to me: You’re not normal. Normal people don’t say “greetings” or call barber shops “hair salons.” You’re a weirdo, Erica. Do you hear me? A weirdo.
Me: So, what are you trying to say?
Rodney: *blank stare*
Me: Ummm . . . Hugs?
Rodney: Don’t touch me ever.
Not quite the sibling expression of love you’re used to, huh? Yeah, I know. He knows, too; and oddly enough, we’re both okay with that. Odd couple indeed.
