Wednesday, August 04, 2004
my dad the romantic
my dad likes to romantize his memories, more often than not. perhaps it sweetens his life, but as for me, it's quite annoying. forgive me if i sound a tad bit selfish. a person should have their right to believe whatever he or she wills him-or-herself to believe. such as "my many siblings and i never argued or fought", "we were poor, but we were always knew to share", "my brothers and sisters and myself always helped each other...without having to beg each other to do so!...nowadays, i have to beg you people [meaning the prostitute leila, drug-dealer henry, or bitter lily] just to do anything...even get up!", etc., etc., etc. somehow his "memories" with his siblings ties in with the current situation in question. especially how dad "begs" us to do something:
[leila and lily are in the computer area near the living room, dad is in the kitchen beside the area with wall blocking]
dad: leila, let's go.
leila: what?
dad: i'm going to teach you how to drive now. otherwise, i don't have the time.
leila: go where?
lily: he's teaching you how to drive
leila: i don't want to go today
lily: just go
dad: i have to beg you to go do something for you
leila: how's that begging? where was the begging?
lily: i dunno. just go.
leila: fine. just lemme get changed. [leila gets up and goes to room to change, lily still on computer]
dad: ARE YOU GOING?
leila: yes, just wait.
dad: WHY AREN'T YOU READY?
lily: she's getting changed
leila: just WAIT!
dad: DO YOU WANT THIS OR NOT? WHY DO I HAVE TO BEG EVERYTIME?
[disclaimer: this conversation was in chinese on my dad's part, english in everything else, merely approximations]
furthermore, rather oddly, his "memories" contradict with the current situation. like the run-ins with our uncle and his wife and his gay kid and his bratty children. mom's complaints about aunt's house. how dad very nearly well damns his eldest brother (for reasons that i
can sympathize on)
but the point is, that we are not dad's siblings. moreover, it's a different time period. and he should really get some patience. dad's never been very patient in his life. i'm surprised that he was able to quit smoking. but then again, it could be argued that dad found something else. even
"blank"'s so and so says dad's "twitchy". and twitchy was those exact words. as for the blank part, well, i promised i would keep his/her/it's annoymity.
yawn. it's not like anything can be done. or perhaps i'm merely a some sort of crazy "family pacifist". the sort that never argues back or says anything no matter what's going on as long as there is no yelling or raising of voices. keep calm. hell, take some drugs for i care. just don't yell. maybe it's because i'm sensitive to loud or sudden noises. i dunno. yawn. even i think i sound boring.
nite.
| lily* || 0 || 12:21 a.m. |
