I'M WATCHING IT!!
Originally Posted at 12:51 AM on Jan. 04, 2004
Well, the day didn't go so well.
First, I didn't fall asleep until 6 this morning. I woke up around Noon, groggily moved out of bed, went downstairs, read the paper and retreated back up. Around 1:45 I decided I was hungry, and set the oven up for some good ole Marie Callendar's Turkey Pot Pie eatin'. I was promptly reengaged by my mother over this pair of pants my mother wanted me to try on. But if you'll recall just a couple of days ago, I went shopping for pants, so I was reluctant to fulfill her request. She followed me around with them, and I escaped into the room where my father was watching football (Titans/Ravens). He immediately asked me if I wanted to see a cool play, I was like, "Nah.." at which point, I remembered I had been irritated about how sarcastic, and disrespectful I was repeatedly reminded of being toward my father over the past two weeks, so I immediately said "Okay sure." Instant replay comes on, my mom walks in the room with the pants, and stands next to me. My dad starts saying "Watch this." "Watch this." "Are you watching?" And I have had my fill of parental irritation. I yell "I'M WATCHING IT!!" At which point, my father jumped out of his chair as though he were a defensive lineman, and I were the quarterback left without a blocker after he overcomes the ottoman. I jumped behind my mother, over the dog, and hightailed it up the stairs. He fumed and fumed, about "her son" and so on and so forth. I lay flat on my back out of sight, listening to the brief exchange, and then ponder where and when things went wrong.
This "vacation" and my father disagreed from the get go. First, I got home, and went to sleep before I saw him, only to get up shortly after he went to bed to eat dinner. I saw him the next day after I got done with a little bit of running about town. About two hours before we were to leave to visit my sister in California. I walked in, he said "Hey, don't I get a hello?" I responded, "Not now, bathroom" because my stomach was in a very unhappy place, and was counting down. I used the facilities, and came back down to visit him, and say my formal hello. I walked in, and he was on the phone and using the computer. I sat down, he asked me how I was; I responded "I'm nauscious." He politely asked me to "get out" such a wonderful bedside manner, he should've been a doctor. My stomach pains delay our departure an hour... of course, my mother had a little to do with it as well. We finally leave, and what do we do? We get gas; while they were waiting on me, they could've got gas, but noooooooooo. Five minutes away from the house, I decide I want to take out my contacts, because I don't want to keep my eyes open for most of the trip. I left my case at home. Damn, we had to stop and get it. Another 10 minute delay, heaven forbid.
That has pretty much set the tone for my vacation so far. Along with previously mentioned encounters in my blog, it's just not been good. In person, my father and I do not see eye to eye. The sarcasm, sense of humor, and quick wit that I inherited and learned from him are constant signs of my disrespect toward him. Not to mention my complete uselessness in everyday life, though anything I have done has gone completely unnoticed and unappreciated. Nor has any specific request been made of me to do anything. I am nineteen, I'm supposed to lift a finger out of the goodness of my heart... on my vacation?! Christ. What the hell? If you want me to do something ask me.
What we have here is a failure to communicate. Simple as that. And it won't get better until I get the hell out of here. In the meantime I am trying to stay out of the way and just be quiet - and when I get back to school I can repair damage via the telephone (the best way to talk to my father).
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Speaking of "watching it" - he recommended yesterday that I watch "Casablanca"... I did that this afternoon, and the famous phrases now make complete sense (amazing the clarity that actually watching a movie provides) and it was a not too shabby love story.
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I finished a couple more books, and now I'm reading The Bible Code... interesting so far, and it's a quick read, depending on my insomnia this evening, I may finish it - Argh.
Originally Posted at 12:51 AM on Jan. 04, 2004
Well, the day didn't go so well.
First, I didn't fall asleep until 6 this morning. I woke up around Noon, groggily moved out of bed, went downstairs, read the paper and retreated back up. Around 1:45 I decided I was hungry, and set the oven up for some good ole Marie Callendar's Turkey Pot Pie eatin'. I was promptly reengaged by my mother over this pair of pants my mother wanted me to try on. But if you'll recall just a couple of days ago, I went shopping for pants, so I was reluctant to fulfill her request. She followed me around with them, and I escaped into the room where my father was watching football (Titans/Ravens). He immediately asked me if I wanted to see a cool play, I was like, "Nah.." at which point, I remembered I had been irritated about how sarcastic, and disrespectful I was repeatedly reminded of being toward my father over the past two weeks, so I immediately said "Okay sure." Instant replay comes on, my mom walks in the room with the pants, and stands next to me. My dad starts saying "Watch this." "Watch this." "Are you watching?" And I have had my fill of parental irritation. I yell "I'M WATCHING IT!!" At which point, my father jumped out of his chair as though he were a defensive lineman, and I were the quarterback left without a blocker after he overcomes the ottoman. I jumped behind my mother, over the dog, and hightailed it up the stairs. He fumed and fumed, about "her son" and so on and so forth. I lay flat on my back out of sight, listening to the brief exchange, and then ponder where and when things went wrong.
This "vacation" and my father disagreed from the get go. First, I got home, and went to sleep before I saw him, only to get up shortly after he went to bed to eat dinner. I saw him the next day after I got done with a little bit of running about town. About two hours before we were to leave to visit my sister in California. I walked in, he said "Hey, don't I get a hello?" I responded, "Not now, bathroom" because my stomach was in a very unhappy place, and was counting down. I used the facilities, and came back down to visit him, and say my formal hello. I walked in, and he was on the phone and using the computer. I sat down, he asked me how I was; I responded "I'm nauscious." He politely asked me to "get out" such a wonderful bedside manner, he should've been a doctor. My stomach pains delay our departure an hour... of course, my mother had a little to do with it as well. We finally leave, and what do we do? We get gas; while they were waiting on me, they could've got gas, but noooooooooo. Five minutes away from the house, I decide I want to take out my contacts, because I don't want to keep my eyes open for most of the trip. I left my case at home. Damn, we had to stop and get it. Another 10 minute delay, heaven forbid.
That has pretty much set the tone for my vacation so far. Along with previously mentioned encounters in my blog, it's just not been good. In person, my father and I do not see eye to eye. The sarcasm, sense of humor, and quick wit that I inherited and learned from him are constant signs of my disrespect toward him. Not to mention my complete uselessness in everyday life, though anything I have done has gone completely unnoticed and unappreciated. Nor has any specific request been made of me to do anything. I am nineteen, I'm supposed to lift a finger out of the goodness of my heart... on my vacation?! Christ. What the hell? If you want me to do something ask me.
What we have here is a failure to communicate. Simple as that. And it won't get better until I get the hell out of here. In the meantime I am trying to stay out of the way and just be quiet - and when I get back to school I can repair damage via the telephone (the best way to talk to my father).
------------------
Speaking of "watching it" - he recommended yesterday that I watch "Casablanca"... I did that this afternoon, and the famous phrases now make complete sense (amazing the clarity that actually watching a movie provides) and it was a not too shabby love story.
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I finished a couple more books, and now I'm reading The Bible Code... interesting so far, and it's a quick read, depending on my insomnia this evening, I may finish it - Argh.
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