My brother drives me crazy

March 14, 2019 — by Muthu Palaniappan

When I turned 16 and passed my driver’s license test, I could not be more excited. Ever since middle school, I had been asking my friends’ parents for rides to and from places because my mom often worked late and could not drive me. My driver’s license was my ticket to freedom.

I was having the time of my life: driving to school, driving to get food, driving my friends to places they wanted to go. However, my life turned around when my brother, 2014 alumnus Minu Palaniappan, came home for Labor Day Weekend.

He walked into my room and demanded I hand over the car keys. I, being the understanding sister, started yelling to my mom about how I needed the car during the day. Sadly, my mom gave into my brother’s pleas and decided he deserved the car because “he’s older.”

I’ve heard this excuse too much, but I still don’t understand the logic behind it. How does age correspond to right to drive a shared car at will?

The way that I view it is the complete opposite. Since my brother is older, he has had more time to drive the car (without me threatening to take it from him). I, on the other hand, have never exclusively driven the car, so it should be my turn now.

That being said, I do understand that my brother needs the car sometimes to go to something like a doctor’s appointment. But realistically, the majority of my brother’s drives are unnecessary.

For instance, my brother claims he needs the car to drive to the SHS basketball courts, which are a short 15-minute walk from our house. For the duration of his time playing basketball, the car is parked at the school, not being used for any good.

Instead of driving, my brother could walk to the courts, and I could use the car for my own activities.

Ultimately, the fight for the car between my brother and me is very real. There is an unfair advantage to being the older sibling, and unfortunately, I will never have that privilege.

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