Edit note: Maybe this story isn’t actually that good or interesting, but it still makes me laugh, so… deal with it?
When I was younger (I wanna say teens, but it probably spread into early and mid twenties) I was especially sort of bitchy and awful at times to the people in my family. Or maybe that included friends as well. And strangers, too. I don’t know why, it was a weird time. Anyway, one of the funniest things I’ll remember forever is this thing that happened with my brother, Gary.
It was somebody in the family’s birthday. We were all at my parent’s house and Gary asked if he could wrap a gift in my room so no one would see what it was. And in response, I said that he could but then proceeded to bark at him not to get ANY little pieces of wrapping paper anywhere on my clean floor - ‘cause I didn’t want to be the one to “fucking clean up” after him later. Anyway, he just nodded his head, quietly accepting my abnormal rage at this simple request and went on.
So the day goes on, the birthday party happens and everyone eventually leaves. I’m getting ready for bed and I turn off the light and get under the covers and as soon as I put my head down onto the pillow I hear this rustling underneath. So I turn the light on and look under the pillow and there’s an absurd amount of crumpled up wrapping paper with tape sticking out of places that were purely there for decoration and tiny little pieces of paper just everywhere. I’ll never be able to put into words how much that made me laugh. I realized instantly what a maniac I must’ve sounded like to him, and I will absolutely never forget how amazing that was for him to do.