So, I had this moment yesterday when someone told me something that suddenly, after years and years made sense to me. A friend of my father’s said to me that he and my mother always felt my brother was unpleasant to me growing up because he was jealous of me by the fact I just got on and did things without trying to be a star or impress people. In essence, I remained my own person. Weird thing was, I just assumed he disliked me intensely and went out of his way to try and crush my self-esteem. Being told my parents thoughts on the subject and playing back my youth, in my mind, like an old movie, I finally understood. He was jealous. Got it. Funny, how after all these years, it makes sense...and I still just get on with it.