Over the weekend, RJ and I were talking about sibling relationships. I know that I'm fortunate to have decent relationships with my siblings. I know there are people who don't have any real relationships with their siblings, that the only reason they even acknowledge each other's existence is because they're related.
From this conversation, I started defining my relationship with RJ. He immediately cut me off with "Stop right there. I don't want to hear anymore." Which I didn't get. Really? You're not going to let me tell you what I think/feel?
Throughout the weekend, when RJ would get too jeezy for me to handle, I would try to finish that initial thought that I wasn't allowed to verbalize. He would immediately stop being jeezy, due to his adverse reaction.
Every jeezy has their weakness.
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Not sure if this is an off-topic comment or not, but I've been listening to Kanye's 808s and Heartbreak.
Whenever I listen to it, I imagine that RJ listens to this whenever he needs a break from being jeezy and needs to deal with his "feelings."
I've got an even better kryptonite: a letter that was written to me in the wee hours by a certain someone before I left for college. Some may deny its existence as a myth, but I have proof of its existence.
I only get drunken overtures of love. Perhaps someday I can get an mpg of that.
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