My father and I....
I drove my father this morning. While doing so, he pretty much drove me crazy. Sometimes, I wonder how half of me could possibly come from him. Yes, I know, I look like him and I probably have his temper, but, sometimes, I just can't understand how someone can possibly think the way he does.Don't get me wrong. I totally love my father. He just happens to get on my nerves most of the time. He can be so much fun and cool and funny and all that, but, sometimes,he acts like a total brat! Plus, it doesn't help that he can get REALLY chauvinistic and pig-headed.
Look, I'm not even saying that he's always wrong and I'm always right. Of course not. I happen to know that I'm wrong lots of times.What I'm saying is that there's always a way to do and say things without rubbing someone the wrong way. It's just a matter of choosing whether or not you're okay with being a jerk.
Our conversation/pseudo-argument in the car reminded of the reason why I'm still single. I don't think I have the patience to be with someone like my father.
*sigh* Sorry, Daddy. I love you, but you REALLY know how to piss people off...
posted by ritz_therese @ 5:11 AM
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