Addictive personalities make people driven. Non-addictive personalities make people hard to motivate.
Exhibit A: my brother. Exhibit B: moi.
Having spent the day together, moving his and his girlfriend’s belongings from one apartment to another (down two flights at the old one, up three at the new one… God help me…), I am more convinced than ever that my brother is not human. The unfortunate timing of the move meant that none of his friends were available to help — all working or away — and his girlfriend can’t help, of course, being seven months pregnant.
And so it was he and I. By the time I met him at the new place, after 9am (he told me to meet him there after he dropped his girlfriend at work), he’d already been up since 5:30 or 6am, had loaded his truck with boxes, driven to the new place, unloaded, gone back to the old place, loaded up the truck again, and met me at the new place where I assisted him in unloading. He refused assistance in moving big tvs and a dresser, claiming it was “easier” with one person, and by the time I left at 4pm-ish, once we’d unloaded the last load from the truck, he was already at work putting the kitchen table together and refusing my offer of showering and whatnot at my place before they headed out to buy blinds and a shower curtain and such.
I, on the other hand, went home, drank about a gallon of water, and sprawled out for a nap.
This is not, however, to imply that I was a big slacker and didn’t pull my weight. Job had to get done and there were only two of us to do it. And so we kept going til it’s done. Period. (Though strangely it’s easier for me to follow through on it when it’s for other people than for myself.) I went up and down those stairs almost as many times as he did, on much shorter legs, I might add, carrying from 20-60lbs or so each time. Fortunately for him, I’m strong like bull, so I’m good for moving large furnishings, too. 🙂 Oh, and there was a delightful exchange where I noted how I’m much better looking than he is, and he noted that he’s way smarter than I am. It was perfect.
I offered to help tomorrow, too, when he retrieves couches and such from my parents’ place, but he said he’s got friends available for that, so I guess I’m free to brunch at Cora’s (aka “Would you like some fruit with your fruit?”) and go see Sicko with Sherry. I expect to be blissfully fulfilled and enraged… hopefully in that order…