Family get togethers

I've not spoken to my brother since Thanksgiving '21. 

He lives in California. He decided to go on a rant about my nephew's name being slang for a burly gay man. My brother never met my nephew. I didn't name my nephew. My nephew was 6 at that time. I tried to convey that I felt it was inappropriate. I hung up on him because he wouldn't change the subject. He called me homophobic because I felt he was talking like a pedophile. 

I don't like my brother. I'm not sure I ever liked him. Hard to explain aside from I still think back to when I had chicken pox. 

My parents sent me to stay with my mom's parents for a week. I was 3 or 4. First time I was ever away from my parents and brother for more than daycare. I have fond memories of that week. 

I got the chicken pox from my brother who was school age. He didn't go 2 hours drive away for a week with our mom's parents.  A neighbor, Fred, watched him. They did things like fishing.

To this day, I've never been fishing. 

Anyways, the point to which I was getting: being an adult, one gets to choose family outings.

Since getting married, I basically ceased doing much with my parents. I moved a few hours away from parents, while living maybe forty minutes from my in-laws. Aside from the 200 mile drive, my hometown isn't one I enjoy visiting. 

My brother lives 2,100 miles away from me. He doesn't have kids. His perspective isn't relatable. 

I don't drink. He's an alcoholic that doesn't drink. Not drinking is probably only think we have in common.

I dislike being around noise and crowds. I just assume be anonymous to avoid people. It's too much effort to worry about people when they add unnecessary drama. 

My brother could be famous one day like Andy Warhol, yet I will strive to be like his garbage collecting brothers that didn't seem to give a crap about his fame. 

Andy Warhol was a garbage human. Sure he was amazing in the way he was always doing things before they were fashionable, but he was a miserable person who used people in despicable ways. I hear Bob Dylan is the same in many ways. Meh, I just go by what I read and how I relate to what read. I could never live the lifestyle of a serious artist. Fake people aren't for me.