An emergency alert jut went off on everyone's phones because flood warning. One of the phones doesn't stop vibrating. Lazy ass brother tells me to find it, even though he's just sitting around, having been making noise while I was actually doing something.
I can hear it around where he's standing, but I can't pinpoint where it is. It's extremely quiet and muffled. Dad had left his work pants laying around with his phone left in them.
Brother: "Jesus Christ, it's in these jeans, [Iron]"
I get extremely irritated.
IronTomato: "If it was so easy to find, then why did you call me out here to find it for-"
Brother: "Pfft, if it was so easy, why couldn't YOU find it? Huh?"
Rage-induced adrenaline kicks in, as per the usual routine, hands start shaking.
IronTomato: "Why are you-"
Brother: "OKAY."
IronTomato: "Don't interrupt me and say 'OKAY' like you don't have to-"
Brother: "OKAY."
IronTomato: "You just did exactly what I asked you not to, again."
Brother: "Shut up, it's over and done with!"
I am starting to question if I would end up regretting it if I broke his skull on a countertop. Nearly evall the stupid shit he says in arguments are things that me or Mom say to him while we are attempting to make him mind. A good example is that wonderful line there. "I just did something hurtful to my brother? That was like ten seconds ago, and since I don't care, it's over and done with! God, why can't he just understand?"
He said that last part too, the thing about me supposedly not understanding. It was a time when I was laying in MY room, and he seemed to think it wasn't a big deal to lay on MY bed with me and do his usual stuff. I insisted that he either leave, shut the hell up, or apologise. He gets needlessly hostile, and just like always, he magically forgot that he was being a dick, and the only thing that mattered was the hurtful things I had just said to him. A welcome strategy to trick yourself into thinking that you're the victim.
He asked me to leave my own room. This infuriated me, and for the first time ina long time, I could barely do anything but scream at him in rage, hoping something would come out of my mouth that would make him at least realise that I don't deserve his shit. He begins seathing, and says something under his breath about me being lucky he didn't punch me in the face.
Boy, if I remember correctly, you HAVE punched me in the face, because I just wouldn't shut up and stop being a big fat meany, trying to make you feel bad. In a later argument, I lost it and punched YOU in the face, which was a surprising twist. "GAWH, I can't BELIEVE you just PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE!" and guess what, asshole, mine was actually JUSTIFIED, surprise surprise. But it's not like you deserve to feel the same shit you do to me, right?
Does frequently having daydreams about murdering your "twin" qualify as mental instability? If so, then I'm afraid he has, quite literally, driven me to the point of insanity. Congratulations, assfuck.