If there's one thing the competitive side of me taught me, it's that I am but a yardstick for another, vice versa.

If there's one thing I cannot tolerate, it's losing out to people who are faring better than me when I know that deep inside, I can beat them anytime. It's easy to stay happy and contented when I can respect everyone's achievements, but throw in a couple of these undeserving and that flame within me lights up without warning. I'm not satisfied losing out to them and I'm angry that I can't do anything.

Then, a bunch of idiotic brothers would come along and drag me back to where I was. They place me back where I wanted to be - high up. It's them who make my life so enjoyable and worth looking forward to. It's them who keep me from making stupid mistakes on others, because these mistakes are tolerated by them. It's them who would forgive me over and over again for everything I've done wrong to them. It's them who make my life fall into place.

If there's one thing they taught me, it's that no matter what, they'll stand up for me and make me a yardstick for all the yardsticks out there.

Suck it up, yardsticks.