Family ties.
While perusing through my brothers' journals yesterday, I apparently made the mistake of thinking George wanted to get into politics. I was, admittedly, rather animate at the idea that George might want to work at the Ministry. For a moment, I was rather proud of my brother for finally buckling down. Of course, I was foolish to think such a thing. Evidently, he would never work in the same place I do.
There are times when this family is so tiring. They say that when you grow older, the petty differences and fights will go away. When they said that, they clearly didn't take an account of my brothers. Even William and Charles seem to relish in spending their days at home mocking me flagrantly. I would have expected more of William; but then again, I'd hardly expected he'd grow up to wear an earring and a ponytail.
Thusly, I have come to the conclusion that it is impossible to think that I should ever do any brotherly "bonding"; I am afraid my family is simply not the type to give me, a Ministry worker, the respect I deserve. Whether it is out of jealousy or pure venom that they shun me, I am unawares.
If anyone should be shunning anyone, it should be me. How does it look for someone at the Ministry to have brothers who run a joke shop? I have always been proud of William, however; despite the earring and ponytail. I only wish that my younger brothers, particularly Ronald, would pull themselves together.
Well. I think that's quite enough on that subject. It reminds me of a story of five Chinese brothers with magical powers. One of them swallowed the entire ocean. I wonder which of my brothers that one relates to.
There are times when this family is so tiring. They say that when you grow older, the petty differences and fights will go away. When they said that, they clearly didn't take an account of my brothers. Even William and Charles seem to relish in spending their days at home mocking me flagrantly. I would have expected more of William; but then again, I'd hardly expected he'd grow up to wear an earring and a ponytail.
Thusly, I have come to the conclusion that it is impossible to think that I should ever do any brotherly "bonding"; I am afraid my family is simply not the type to give me, a Ministry worker, the respect I deserve. Whether it is out of jealousy or pure venom that they shun me, I am unawares.
If anyone should be shunning anyone, it should be me. How does it look for someone at the Ministry to have brothers who run a joke shop? I have always been proud of William, however; despite the earring and ponytail. I only wish that my younger brothers, particularly Ronald, would pull themselves together.
Well. I think that's quite enough on that subject. It reminds me of a story of five Chinese brothers with magical powers. One of them swallowed the entire ocean. I wonder which of my brothers that one relates to.