<p>I used to think people did. I suppose this is more of a rant about my brother, but the situation's making me wonder whether people can change.</p>
<p>He was just a crappy person when we were younger. He's 8 years older so I guess I missed 8 years of his crap. I'd bring him food and gifts when I was 7 or so, like a cookie our mom had just baked, or a little taste of dinner. And he never cared. He never returned any favor or anything. Fast forward a few years and I have so many memories I want to forget but I have quite a memory...</p>
<p>He came to me and apologized for how he used to be a month or two ago. I really thought he changed. Really. But it's becoming evident people don't change, they just learn how to lie better, how to be more themselves.</p>
<p>I think he's even worse now. He's a racist, misogynistic, elitist hypocrite.</p>
<p>Now he's all graduated and has his masters in accounting and starts his job in February and my mom thinks he hangs the moon every night and raises the sun every morning. But she doesn't hear him calling her a ***** to his friends. She doesn't hear him saying "sure, I'll help/do it/in a second/in a minute," when we all know he won't. She doesn't hear him being the piece of crap he is on the inside, the piece of crap he'll always be. I have too many stories like this, I'll stop. I deleted a few from my initial writing of this post.</p>
<p>He's also undermined the meaning of "I'm sorry." I thought the words were supposed to mean you genuinely regretted what you'd done, you were upset, you wanted to make things right. I'm tired of people lying.</p>
<p>I feel so ridiculously bitter, and I feel awful for it because he's my brother and he's my family. But I really can't even think of one thing he's done for me or one time he's been honest with me. I look at my mom and her brother (also separated by 8 years) and I see how close they are and how they look out for each other and can call on each other for help and I really can't put myself and my brother in those roles. But I was thinking about change. What if he changed, and we could be like that? We could grow old and have families and our children would play with each other and I'd bake lattice crust apple pies and wear a gingham apron and it's such a pretty fantasy I want to vomit.</p>
<p>People don't change.</p>