When I was a girl, my older brother would come into my room early in the morning, while I was still asleep, and go through my shit. He’d steal stuff, read my diary, all that. Often it would wake me.
Last night, Arthur plugged his MP3 player into the computer to charge. This morning, early, he came quietly into my room to get it, and I rolled over and said
“Jay?”
Freaky. I mean, then I screamed and told him to never do that again, but weird that something from over thirty years ago is the first thing that rises to the level of language.
Whoah… I never knew that. I thought it was just me you hated sneaking through your shit. But this makes it worse… and older brother (especially, you know, OURS) is a more invasive perpetrator than a younger (and truly sweet and innocent) sister 😀
But yeah… you’ve heard me, I think, call Benjamin ‘Arthur’ more than once. It’s weird. I don’t THINK I have much instant recall to Arthur’s babyhood, and there have certainly been other babies (although none, I suppose, that I have spent as much time with as I did Arthur), but still, 17 years gone in a flash. Freaky.
Roberta, by the time you started sneaking into my room, I already had hardcore issues about people going through my shit.
When Arthur was like 3 or 5, and being annoying and hyper, I’d call him “Danny.” What was weird about this morning is that I did it while I was still asleep. It was spooky.
Yes, but I didn’t know about the source of the issues until… like an hour ago.
It’s really freaky, that happening to you this morning.
(Mad Men is the best show ever.)
(The Mad Men comment has nothing to do with why it’s freaky. I just needed to say it.)
“Nice” to know… Diamond doesn’t sneak in while we’re sleeping – But I’ve nevcer seen ANY of y’all so completely tear a room apart faster and more completely- She knows everything in every drawer, particularly stuff – she cares nothing about clothing – medicine, tweezers nail clippers, scissors ,any kind of utensils – anything that she doesn’t know what it is–She particularly looks for change, which instantly becomes “hers” — because she “found it”