My brother is an idiot.

[apocalypsos]

I called him two days ago and said, "I'm running out of cat food and I'm in the middle of my shift. Can you do me a huge favor and bring down some cat food from the house?" Since, you know, technically it's still my mom's cat, therefore she's still paying for the food.

Anyway, he didn't bring the food. So I called him again yesterday. "I have one can of food left and I'm giving it to the cat now. Bring down some food, please."

Still no food when I got home this morning.

So I call him this afternoon. "Bryan, the cat would like to eat now. If you don't bring down food he's going to kill me, strip me of my flesh, and start a barbecue over the radiator."

I just had to walk to the minimart in three-inch heels to get cat food. Apparently feeding a cat is optional in my brother's mind, and obviously not nearly as important as playing video games, pretending to look for work, or making out with the new girlfriend. *headdesk*

I wonder if I should take it as a compliment that my parents were going to give me a cat the day I moved into the apartment if the landlord had let them and yet I highly doubt my brother's going to get the same offer when he moves out.

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In other news, I am all dressed up to go out to the bar and I'm not all that interested in going anymore. *sigh* I am just really freaking tired this weekend. Words cannot describe how worn out I feel, so right now I'm sitting here in the orange tank top that manages to give me something vaguely resembling cleavage and painted-on jeans and the aforementioned three-inch heels less interested in going to a couple of bars than I am in curling up in my office chair with the cat and watching Top Design reruns.

Comments

[lemmypie.livejournal.com]

You must go out! If you don't do it for yourself, do it for me. PLEASE! I'm stuck at home with the kidlets while the husband plays friggin rockstar. Someone in my world has to go out and have fun. I have to know that someone I chat with once in awhile is out having some type of drink that his spiked with something HARD!!!!!
Go out!
I'll watch top design reruns for you and tell you what happens.
I'm pathetic aren't I?

[secretbutterfly.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[fyrdrakken]

He's not an idiot -- he's just learned that if he ignores someone nagging him to do such-and-such long enough, they'll do it themselves and he won't have had to. The choices there weren't between him picking up food or the cat starving, but rather between which of the two of you would have the inconvenience of going to the store.

So, yeah. If he isn't interested in doing things to help you out, you'll have to either find ways to motivate him or else stop asking him. (My sister is the same way. It's why I'm so glad she no longer lives under the same roof.)

[fyrdrakken]

Whoops, he didn't even have to go to the store, did he? Yeah, a single phone call a day is insufficient nagging to get him to do a thing just to shut you up about it, and since you weren't living with him you couldn't do something like walk into the room and unplug his gaming system in the middle of a game. So I guess in the long term the best you can do is deny the next favor he requests of you and refer back to this incident as the reason, and hope he gets the point.