One Example of Apples Not Falling Far From The Tree

Have I ever mentioned that in my family of four am "The Quiet One"?
I shit you not.
Not The Funny One, The Successful One, The Pretty One, The Happy One, The Simple One. It's possible that I am The Neurotic One but when all is said and done, I'm actually "The Quiet One".

Proof:
FB - From Me To my Brother:
Can you refriend me? I think I X'd a conversation a couple of months ago and instead killed you off. Today I deleted you to re-add you and it won't let me request you. Unless you BLOCKED me?

FB - From Him to Me:
No, you were not blocked. Since I am a social media expert and I know intuitively how Facebook works (because I have un-friended many an asshole myself), you have to un-friend me to remove me from your friends list. Nice try.

This certainly is a poor effort at an excuse. Given your intellectual prowess, you could have come up with a better story. For example, a hacker infiltrated your Facebook account and deleted all your friends. Or, better yet, the Securities and Exchange commission was investigating your family for insider trading. You deleted your family from your Facebook profile to save you from embarrassment, or worse, scrutiny that you actually married a secret day trader and that your daughter is a ruse for some kind of tax shelter. Her birth certificate is from Panama.

That being said, I took into just consideration you may have simply just been (rightfully) annoyed, peeved, or exhausted from having to be interrupted by my thoughtful, enlightened, or intellectual musings. You reconsidered our familial friendship based on the realization that some tragic incident (I had nothing to do with) may have burdened you with the untold psychologically distress you may have experienced during your periodic human growth episodes, which have left you unable to discern familial bonds with the stress of corporate life while working for "THE MAN."

Being that you're considered "family" and all (and I use that term in the loosest form grammatically possible), your request has been evaluated and reference checked against the common code of social conduct as it relates to sibling interpersonal communication.

With careful thought and consideration to the fact that our past and futures are summarily intertwined--in that I may run into you at a family function or assist your beautiful daughter and oddly funny husband with their lives should you accidentally (or not) meet your untimely demise--your request to re-friend your f'ing brother, for chrissake, has been granted.

Consider yourself lucky, because--you know--it's an honor and privilege to be friends with someone as popular as I am (in my own mind).

Next time you do something so stupid as to un-friend your own brother, I will ex-communicate you from my online social world. You will therefore only be able to communicate with me through third-world communications systems, like the freakin telephone OR snail mail.

Yours truly,
Your F'in Brother!