At this stage in my life, when, as somebody put it, I am about to hit a "quarter-life" crisis, I make a conscious effort to bring out all my soothing, mellow energies to the forefront.
Henceforth, when I and dad are heading out and at the last minute, he goes, "You cant wear that top! it is too deep!", even after I ve already seen to it that I've used two safety pins , whereby im covered up to the collar bone, I do not go back to my old reactionary self.
No! none of that, what! you have insulted me and made things stupendously awkward between us for no reason, im getting out of the car and slamming the door drama. No, I simply tell myself, your father is old, you are old enough, just come up with something stupid to pacify him and get a move on it. So then i tell him, "Im sure I have a few more safety pins."
And later, as we sit there, waiting for the train to cochin and he goes, "here, take this cash", i take it, thinking "oh, yumm, money."
but when he adds to that, by muttering slyly, "and buy something decent with it", i ask myself, did i hear him right? i did, didnt i? surely I won't put up a row now? Not after all this restraint. I am much too mature for that, much too practical.
And simultaneously i feel my face put on a stern, faraway look and i can hear the words spilling out of my mouth,"Keep it, I dont want it."
And so we sit around, father and daughter, one looking like the sorriest puppy and the other thinking, bye-bye money.
Henceforth, when I and dad are heading out and at the last minute, he goes, "You cant wear that top! it is too deep!", even after I ve already seen to it that I've used two safety pins , whereby im covered up to the collar bone, I do not go back to my old reactionary self.
No! none of that, what! you have insulted me and made things stupendously awkward between us for no reason, im getting out of the car and slamming the door drama. No, I simply tell myself, your father is old, you are old enough, just come up with something stupid to pacify him and get a move on it. So then i tell him, "Im sure I have a few more safety pins."
And later, as we sit there, waiting for the train to cochin and he goes, "here, take this cash", i take it, thinking "oh, yumm, money."
but when he adds to that, by muttering slyly, "and buy something decent with it", i ask myself, did i hear him right? i did, didnt i? surely I won't put up a row now? Not after all this restraint. I am much too mature for that, much too practical.
And simultaneously i feel my face put on a stern, faraway look and i can hear the words spilling out of my mouth,"Keep it, I dont want it."
And so we sit around, father and daughter, one looking like the sorriest puppy and the other thinking, bye-bye money.
1 comment:
:) I am happy there are more unreasonable fathers.
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