My Little Brother

My little brother is an amazing guy. In a lot of ways I think he’s a much better guy than me.

What brings him to mind is some of the stuff he’s written lately. He is an infinitesimally better writer than I am. Gore. My stuff is all mixed up and unclear and wordy; my style kind of drags it’s feet and gets tripped up over itself. My style is definitely not humorous. Sam’s, on the other hand, flows amazingly well. I think his informal writing is many times better than most adults I know. And he is amazingly funny. But while one second he makes me laugh really hard at his cracks, and then another he’s seriously thought provoking. Informative, communicative, humorous… I mean, isn’t that what writing is supposed to be?

He’s also the sort of fellow that’s easy to be around. Sure, he can come off as a little arrogant sometimes, but he’s not arrogant. If you think he is, you’re wrong. I think he’s the one person who I can say that I never have any tension with. At some point or another I have at least a little tension with even my best friends and parents. But Sam’s just an easy-going bloke that I never get tired of being around. Like ever.

He’s a great example to me in a lot of ways. He’s funny, but he’s serious, he makes you feel at ease when you’re around him, little kids naturally adore him, and everyone else respects him. I’m definitely not very good at balancing funny and serious, I think I can come of as intimidating a lot of times, and little kids don’t naturally adore me… I have to work to get their affections.

So, I just thought I’d give Sam a props. Here’s to you Sam. Love you lots, and I’m darn proud to have you for a little brother.

(if you haven’t read any of his stuff, go read his blog. It’s a better blog than mine I think. Vain Endeavors)