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May. 30th, 2003 09:05 pmI am upset with my Dad, but at the same time I love him. I shall explain.
My mother is in Rwanda right now. We got a call from her and I was on the phone talking to her, leaning on the kitchen counter, standing a little strangley and slouching because I was tired. And after a minute my dad gives me a strange look. I hang up the phone and my dad looks at me and says (and I QUOTE),
"Are you getting fat or are you standing funny?" I think I kinda stared at him, and then I said,
"Thank you for that wonderfully nice comment on my posture. You could have just said that I wa slouching..." And the I stormed off.
On the other hand, tonight at dinner, my dad and I were having a good debate about whether someone can be taught to like something, i.e; music, books, or paintings. And it went off from there, but it was very nice.
And so this debate ends, with this conclusion. Parents make us love them and hate them on purpose. And it is a vicious cycle.
~Sky
( P.S. )
My mother is in Rwanda right now. We got a call from her and I was on the phone talking to her, leaning on the kitchen counter, standing a little strangley and slouching because I was tired. And after a minute my dad gives me a strange look. I hang up the phone and my dad looks at me and says (and I QUOTE),
"Are you getting fat or are you standing funny?" I think I kinda stared at him, and then I said,
"Thank you for that wonderfully nice comment on my posture. You could have just said that I wa slouching..." And the I stormed off.
On the other hand, tonight at dinner, my dad and I were having a good debate about whether someone can be taught to like something, i.e; music, books, or paintings. And it went off from there, but it was very nice.
And so this debate ends, with this conclusion. Parents make us love them and hate them on purpose. And it is a vicious cycle.
~Sky
( P.S. )