Though I would wish to have a fraternal bromance the kind you see on lame bro-coms like the Hangover, I'm quite sure the ambivalent dynamics in our relationship would preclude us sharing endless kegs of booze on a forgotten Bangkok weekend. Seriously, lock us in a room together and you'll find us both - usually shockingly garrulous fellows - suddenly struck dumb with a brief smattering of inarticulate grunts to fill the acutely uncomfortable silence.
Paul : Ummm... how's work?
Brother : Okay. How's yours?
Paul : Okay.
Brother : Hmm.
Paul : Yeah. Hmm.
Don't know if all brothers act that way since I simply can't account for it! Though we were both brought up for two whole decades in the same nurturing environment side by side, somehow we have very little in common. In fact so many of our acquaintances, even his wife, have remarked on how different we are in personality and temperament. Perhaps the gay-straight divide?
Even my shockingly observant rugrat of a niece Chatty Carmen has come to this conclusion which left my sister-in-law non-plussed on how to answer her probing questions.
Carmen : Daddy and Uncle Paul don't really talk much. Are they angry with each other?
Sue : Umm... no?
Carmen : Did they have a fight?
Sue : Umm... no?
Carmen : Then why don't they talk to each other?
Sue : Umm...
Ouch. I wouldn't know how to answer her myself. Don't think I'm angry with my brother. Never had really huge blowout fights either. No intense deep-seated feelings of envy / hatred / rage over him in the least.
Anyone out there with brothers? Is it really like on television dramas where the inseparable brothers recount life experiences while bonding over frothy beer mugs and salty peanuts at the bar counter? Go on crazy weekend camping trips talking about mounting deer and pussy?
Or - like my brother always says - am I overthinking things?
No matter how, at least I don't think our relationship has deteriorated to such horrific extent! Gosh, I just realized I don't even know if my brother sings!