Oh, Brother, Sesame Street and Sex @ 6:20 PM

There were nights when the sounds of thunder and the slices of lightning would drive me to the the deepest of fears. What they were were ideas hidden in the dark, highly likely formed by irrational thoughts of untimely death. It was in this moment that I took comfort in the soft breathing of my younger brother, peacefully asleep as I struggled to catch the rhythm of the night and fall into slumber.

This was back when I was about seven, he was five. At night, he covered himself head to toe in a blanket, and would always somehow kick it off and wake up in the morning shivering. I slept soundly without a blanket, wake up entangled in one. We were different in every sense. He was always afraid of things lurking in the dark; I hated sleeping with any ray of illumination.

We aged and every birthday seemed to further mark this difference. I was dubbed the genius of the family, he, the poster boy of physical beauty. But we always got along, like the cliched yin and yang, left and right, moon and sun. He was my illumination.

I guess as I reached the double digits, I left him behind in the state of childhood, becoming too cool to watch the popular anime series and play video games. Things changed the moment he got taller than me and started to share the same inclination towards rock bands and rhythmic drum and guitar fusion. We were synchronized again, in the same page and actually very much alike.

Aging does that to you. I used to embrace every character and likeness that separated us from being the same child. Now, I get reminded frequently of our "twin-ness" by listening to bands and songs we share intense liking for. 45 days left. :)

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My English R1B GSI officially and traumatically ended what is left of my innocent views of childhood. Discussing in class Freud and his questionable belief that every repressed feeling and thought can be linked back to sex, the topic of Sesame Street was brought up. Sesame Street? Sex? What?! There is the Count's "Song of the Count" that some You Tube genius manipulated to bleep out every use of the word count by the Count. You can only imagine the giggling that ensued. Check it out yo!

Labels: Childhood, Classes, Internet, Random