Besides some unexpected and a bit disheartening news, I enjoyed my time with them, but what is most relevant to this blog was my older cousin (by two years) who asked me why was I a brony.
It was a serious question, not one with any sarcastic undertones or any judgment. He was genuinely curious how I could like a show marketed toward little girls and prefer to talk with other fans of the show, who happened to also be my age and further confused him.
Not one to keep him confused for no reason (although I've been known to do that to friends and girlfriends), I told him my prepared list of reasons that anyone can agree with in an objective stance. I'm asked this question more often than he knew at the time, and it mildly surprised him that I was so ready to answer. But unfortunately..
To the best of my abilities, I tried to list the same reasons I previously posted on this blog in My Account of a Brony Lifestyle and Another Thing About Being a Brony, but I couldn't recollect those reasons as well as I'd hoped.
This led to a bit of confusion inside my mind and I opted instead to go on the offensive, which was recommending the show to him.
I have yet to see what will come of this, but I'm silently hoping he becomes a brony too.
A bit about my cousin, he is one of the closest things I have to a brother, having grown up in the same house with him when our mothers were poor and living together. But over the span of about 7 years we've undergone a lack of communication, and during that time, it made me sad.
Thankfully that's the way it was, as during our later years as teenagers we had gotten ahold of our own cars and were able to go wherever we want, and we chose to hang out once more.
When I was younger, he introduced me to things, him always being the 'cooler' one. Now that we are older it seems I'm introducing him to cool new things. Through him I was interested in drawing at a young age (comics and sketches and the like), then later when he became involved in graffiti so did I. He had gotten caught vandalizing a couple times, and because of him recommending I keep my drawings on paper instead of on walls, I kept out of trouble. He helped me change the way I dressed from the unpopular old ways to fashionable new ways, it seems the purpose he serves for me (to put it in such words) is to help me get older (and thus wiser) in less time. When I say older, I mean he brings me from the old ways of juvenility to a more adult sense of function.
So yes, he means a lot to me.
And it feels good to show him interesting things I find on the internet, and in school. Just a few days ago he noticed I was on a website named memebase.com, and he asked me about it. Now he browses is and perhaps in time he will be a veteran of websites and messageboards like me.
But it wouldn't matter as much compared to the role I might have played in making him a brony.
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