Conversations with my bro

Lorenzo, Lorenzo.

I've tried to explain this to you many times, but you don't seem to understand, which is why I'm writing this post for you to read a little later.
My dear little brother, you need to learn how to make conversation. Not everybody is submerged in your boyish world. Because this is how our conversations, recently, have been sounding like:
"Lorenzo, you know how I felt sick yesterday? Well I meant to tell you, I reached for a glass of-"
"OH and in Call of Duty Black Ops guess who's the best: black ops! He has the strongest rifle and..."
Sorry to break it to you, but I don't want to know about Call of Duty.
In fact, it's the last thing I want to listen to you speaking about for the next ten minutes.
But it is quite funny to realize, as I zone off, that you haven't been listening to me either, and that what I have to say does not hold your interest at all.

Does anybody else out there understand how I feel?


  1. hehe! I understand how you feel!I don't have a younger brother, but my little sister can be like that sometimes. She would talk about things that no one would be interested in and I;m like "how do you have friends?" hehe.. kinda mean, but I do wonder sometimes. She talks about the weirdest things

    1. Awww, I feel bad for her! But then again... well at least it's not video games :P

  2. FWIW, our son Jesse James is 25 and he loves Call of Duty. He is one of the top players in the world, and so I hear it constantly. Different strokes for different folks. Gotta love those dead-end conversations.
    Have a good day.
    Susan Joyce

  3. I'm so sick of call of duty x) It's so pointless, like seriously, guys. Get a life! Don't sit around shooting people. Go clip your toenails or something! haha x)

    1. "go clip your toenails" what a GREAT idea! Hardy har har :))