Out Of Touch With What Is Actually Happening

(It’s a very long car trip. I’m about 14 and my brother’s 12. We’ve been getting on each other’s nerves.)

Brother: *holds finger an inch from me* “I’m not touching you! I’m not touching you!”

(He does this for several minutes, until I snap.)

Me: “Stop not touching me!”

(He then proceeds to put his hands all over me).

Me: “THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!”