Okaaaay, I think I'm going to die now.
My brother discovered only an hour ago something that I did the morning after our original fracas in retaliation to his leaving those bad numbers on the microwave. You see, that morning I found one of his favorite books, "Culture Jam", laying on the couch. So I thought I make a long lasting impression by writing a message on the bottom margin of each right hand page.
Repeating each word 8 or 9 times, I wrote:
"I may be psychotic (what he labeled me as the night before), but at least my..."
(I cannot type out the rest for fear of my brother reading this thread on his own computer. So let's just say I made a slanderous comment about his body and leave it at that)
Regardless, I sensed trouble brewing when he asked me where that book was...I said I didn't know, but he found it anyway on the stairs. Sensing impending bodily harm, I immediately gathered my socks, shoes and sweatshirt and went for a quick walk in the neighborhood. I wasn't there to see it, but I heard from dad that my brother was not pleased...he even said something about tearing me a new anus! But Dad was able to calm him down, and My brother merely contented himself by writing those 3 worst numbers to me on my bedroom wall! Nothing a wall poster can't cover up, but still, that's like a talisman that won't go away now.
I accept that what I did was as juvenile as my brother's reactions, but it's one of those things that I felt needed to be done at the time. I don't even know if I'll be able to ever sleep in my bedroom anymore, let alone pleasure myself there, ever again.
I'll keep you updated...
Usagi1992