Church and Parents and Brothers

My pastor today scolded us for not coming to church. In church.

After that he scolded us for not worshiping, but sitting and passively listening to a sermon. During his sermon.

*serious face* Really?

Also, parents are ridiculous.

"Go pick up 300 sticks in the backyard."

It's the labour version of busywork.

It's pointless.

It's solitary.

It's dull.

My little brother is addicted to video games. He also thinks that I'm a video game god or something. That's why he always used to come to me and say "Will you show me how to [something] in my video game?" to which I would respond "Michael, I haven't played that video game since I was 12/Michael, I've never played that video game before/Michael, I don't know what the heck you're talking about." Which would be shortly followed by "But would you try it? Please? Please? Please?" etc.

In an attempt to get him to leave me alone, I told him that you can look up walkthrough guides to video games on the internet. 

I should have never told him that you can look up walkthrough guides on the internet.

Now the conversation goes like this:

"Will you look up how to [something]?"

"Michael, the point is to figure it out yorself."

"Oh, please look it up for me?"

"Michael, it won't be that specific. It gives you strategies, not specific timed instructions on how to beat [the latest bad guy]."

"Will you look anyway?"

"Michael, I looked it up for you yesterday. Don't you remember what it said?"

"Please? Again?"

"Michael, you already have a BOOK that tells you how to do it. Go read it."

"The book doesn't say how. Please?"

"Why do you think the internet would?"

"Please?"

"No."

"DAD, ROBERT WON'T LOOK UP HOW TO [something] FOR ME, TELL HIM TO DO IT."

See, it wouldn't be so bad if Michael would look it up for himself.

But he's not allowed to without somebody supervising him.

That somebody inevitably becomes me.

Which is obnoxious.

My dad reads my blog now.

Hi Dad!