So, about my brother...
He's 42 now, I guess, and I haven't really had a relationship with him since we were in our 20's. When we were kids, he was always putting me down. We took kung fu together (though he started a few months before me) and he was always beating me up until I eventually got better than him. When he moved out, he stole about half of my stuff.
My brother is an alcoholic. He doesn't have a job. He is a heavy drug abuser, and does whatever drugs he can get his hands on. He married again last year and had a kid this year, and his wife does all of the work and he's a stay at home dad. Before the kid, he was just a "stay at home husband". He's taken a few classes in college and cosmetology school, and business school, but dropped out of everything he's started. When he has worked, it's been at jobs like titty bar DJ, car wash detailer, though he did work in radio at a very small station in north dakota for a few months. He washed out of the Air Force, though he's told so many different stories about how he got out that I don't know what they actually kicked him out for. He has a daughter and I have a better relationship with the girl than he does. He spent months harassing her and calling her a whore and a slut because she was choosing to marry someone that he didn't particularly like, because the kid was in his 20's and didn't have an awesome job yet.
I'm not really ranting to talk about how much of a loser he is. What I'm mostly ranting about is how he stalks my social networking pages (facebook, and myspace when I had it) and my website. He does this with everyone in the family. He'll look at all of our pages, and stew over our lives, and then when he can no longer stand it, he'll write or call us at 2 in the morning and leave drunken messages about how we're all fuck ups. He takes this smug moral tone and sends these pronouncements on high about how we should be conducting our lives when he really should reserve his reflection over how his own life is turning out.
Like, for instance, when Calli and I got married, I had to wipe his drunken rantings off of our wedding guestbook site. He posted some asinine bullshit about how it was "interesting" that I would praise my mom so much on the wedding website, but not send her a wedding invitation, how I was a shitty two-faced son, and how I was making our mom cry her eyes out by not including her. I had to remind him that nobody had gotten one yet because you don't send them out until about two months before the wedding, and that I was talking to my mom on the phone several times a week. She knew when to expect the wedding invitations and his story about how I was ripping her heart out was just bullshit. He hadn't even been talking to my mom. He just made it up. Stuff like that.
Anyway, I suppose it was that time again, because out of the blue last night at 2am, he left me a drunken facebook message basically telling me how I was a shitty martial arts instructor, and then followed it up at 5:30am with more ranting.
God, I wish the alcohol would do its job and kill his liver already.