Sometimes hate isn't a strong enough word.

Neither is love. Brotherly love. Which you're supposed to feel for your siblings, right?

What else can you say about a sibling who's so cheap, to avoid sales tax on his online purchases, he will ship them to your house and expect you to bring them up to him on your next visit?

Who went to the trouble to have his own birthday gift delivered here, but couldn't spare the effort to call or write a quick e-mail to say it was on its way? Who instead told Mom to tell you it was on its way?

Who, when you called to say that the gift had arrived, wouldn't even come to the phone, and instead made Dad take the phone? Because he was upset I didn't work from home all week to take the package from the UPS guy in person, instead of letting the UPS guy leave it at the back door?

Who is so cheap, to avoid both sales tax and shipping charges on his Christmas/b-day gift to you, shipped it to your place, but had to include a DVD for himself because his actual gift to you didn't cost more than $25? And incidentally, couldn't spare an e-mail or a phone call then, not even to tell me to expect to see an extra in the package.

Who, when sending your gift in this manner, couldn't figure out the "gift send" feature that obscures the cost of the items being sent, so it's not so blatantly obvious that the DVD was nearly half of the total?

Who doesn't respond to your e-mails asking him what he wants for Christmas or his birthday?

Who merely acts polite when you call him to wish him a Happy Birthday?

Am I being selfish? Is it really all about me?

Of course it is.