(For those who haven't read the previous blog entry, I refer to telling people about your love for ponies as a "jump". If you're desperate to know why, just read the previous entry.)

The Chronicles of Sir Loin: Sibling Secret

Today, I finally mustered the courage to tell my first family member about me being a Brony. The lucky person I chose was none other than my brother, "Bobidge". I thought this would be a good first person. After all, he watches shows like Adventure Time and The Regular Show so I believed he would be accepting of my love for a cartoon show aimed at people younger than me.

He's 19 and watches cartoons, he surely won't have a bad reaction.

WRONG!

He did. Turns out he'd seen the show before. And he thought it was rubbish. In my traditional style, I present a transcript of our conversation:

Jump 5: Sibling Secret

"Hey, Bobidge. I want to tell you something.

<What is it?>

"Can you keep a secret?" (Remember this?)

<Yeah.>

"I'm a Brony." (I knew he would know. He is a Lord of the Internet)

<Oh for F*** sake!>

"This went well..."

[ Then, when all seemed lost, he said a phrase that I will remember. ]

<Some of my friends watch that show and I spent the two hours I was made to watch it for the the piss out of the show.>

And here's where things get tricky. "Some of my friends watch that show." I now know that I have a chance of meeting Bronies in real life. At that same time, my brother's disposition towards me took a sharp drop.

So I put it to you. Was this "jump" as bad as I thought? Was this a time for happiness at the knowledge of fellow Bronies or a bad time in which a sibling relationship took a dent? Answers in the comments and the poll please.

Thanks for reading, double thanks if you read the other entry and who knows? Maybe I'll soon tell my mum, dad or go for broke and tell the world.

Keep on going people.