The Last True Evil

Something I can't help but notice is how my brother and I are growing apart. As I'm becoming the person I'm meant to be, and he is as well, we have less and less in common. I find myself zoning out when he talks to me about absolutely ridiculous things. And it's like, he doesn't care about anything that matters to me. He doesn't understand why I have a cat, or my fashion sense. I know that when I get my tattoo(s) that it could very well be the final straw. And it's sad, because it's him. It's not me. I've never been judgmental about anything he's ever done. If it makes him happy, then I'm happy for him. But for some reason, he can't give me that same common courtesy back. And it hurts.