So my brother ruined his car this weekend (the engine blew because he's a moron who never changes the oil so of course it was bone dry and a rod blew). So he has to buy a new one. My mom is going out of town this week and called me to leave a message on my phone that my brother, who is still living with her as of now, is apparently crying on and off all weekend and today and she wants me to call him everyday and check in on him to make sure he's okay. I could understand if this car was his baby, or he put a lot of money in it, or it was brand new, or something. But seriously, no. It's just my grandma's old car. Because he ruined my mom's old car that she gave to him. And crashed the other two cars he had, one that my mom bought and one that my grandparents bought. She thinks he's going through some serious depression again and whatnot.
I have no desire to check in on him. Seriously. He goes through this every time something "bad" like this happens, because he's so damn coddled that he has no idea how to deal with the bad things in life without having a minor breakdown. I'm at the point where if he's that depressed then he needs to go to see a therapist and either get on some pills or do some talk therapy or something. But he hasn't set up an appointment yet, because my mom sets up his medical appointments for him. HE'S 27 YEARS OLD ALREADY. GROW UP.
If I wanted to hear the pitter-patter of little feet, I'd put shoes on the cat.