In my childhood, I was mean to my little brother. This was when I was about 7 years old. I didn't want to play toys or go outside with him. I was always annoyed. I love him with all my heart but he annoyed me. I used to yell at him for no reason. Sometimes he would feel bad and wouldn't talk to me as much. I would tell my parents that he would bother me and they would tell him him to leave me alone. Things between me and him were harsh but as we were growing up we became closer. I stopped yelling at him to the point where he gets completely quiet. He still annoys me at times but its not that bad. I like how he annoys me now. We get along even though he would bother me a lot and I would get mad at him to the point that I start yelling at him. My brother and I are best friends. He is my other half without him annoying me at times my life would be boring. When he does this it makes me laugh because it's funny. He would sometimes say "I'm sorry for annoying you I didn't mean to." and I would accept his apology. He didn't deserve to be treated that way.
When I look back at my childhood I feel bad because he was intravert at times. I wouldn't want him to become like this because his life would of been bad.He wouldn't be able to become a social person. Now that he is getting older things have changed because I stopped being mean to him how I was back than. My brother means the world to me. He knows when and how to annoy me but also knows when it's time to stop. I'm glad that he is not intravert because if he was I would of took the blame.
I think people are mean to others because they want to be mean for the fun of it or they take out their anger on other people that don't deserve it to feel better. Doodle's brother was mean to him probably because he's the only person he can pick on and be mean to or take out his anger on him to make himself better. Doodle shouldn't be mean because he didn't do anything wrong to him. Nobody can control anyone on how they are mean.