Furiosity.

I'm exhausted from a day in the sun at work, and my mind is a little fuzzy. However, here's my thoughts of the moment the best I can write.

The other day, I said to myself, "I am furious," even though I was only slightly agitated and knew that very well. However, using the word furious caused me to think about other forms of the word furious. What is the noun version of furious, I asked myself. Furiousity. That didn't sound right. Oh. That's because the real word is Fury. Then explain curious and curiosity. Oh well.

Now, the reason for my agitation? I have a brother. The relationship between siblings is a very interesting one. Dustin and I are very close. Well, at least I think so. If you were to ask him, he'd say no. I sometimes say we should pretend we're twins. He says we should pretend we aren't related. I give him hugs. He informs me that he could break my wrists with one hand and proceeds to push me.

Because he and I are less than a year apart in age, Dustin and I have always spent time together. As children we'd play together, even with each other's friends. We have alot of friends in common now, and also work together. When we are off at college, we are pretty consistent about keeping in touch. I could go on for hours trying to explain all the little things that make up our relationship, but the topic of today's blog is not about that.

The most interesting thing about being siblings is the fights. Although Dustin and I get along really well, even though we still can goof off like we're six-year-olds, even though sometimes one of us purposely irritates the other, sometimes we actually argue. It's never about anything serious; usually it's something very ridiculous and usually we aren't even upset, we're just in bad moods about something else. Tempers rise, conversation gets heated, and we sometimes say some pretty harsh things.

After these fights, we go seperate ways for a few hours. Then, things are back to normal.

No matter what stupid things we argue about, we always are fine again afterwards. Without even having to talk about it or bring it back up, or even apologize, though I think maybe a few times in the past we've apologized.

While I was thinking about furiosity and being agitated at Dustin about our argument, I knew at the time that in a few hours we'd be fine. Because that's just how we are. And I love Dustin very much.