Mental Murmurs

admin January 4th, 2008

He is a great man.
A wise man.
A reasonable man.

With a weird personality.

When he’s mad at close members of the family, he’s the type to forgive if you’re sweet enough towards him and absolutely hate it when you ignore him even when he’s in the wrong.

And he never admits he’s wrong. Even when it’s obvious he is. He’s good; he’ll turn the situation around and blame YOU, and you can NEVER win against him, no matter what you say.

If you’re not a close family member and you do something that is fairly unreasonable, he won’t forgive you or speak to you, like a broken relation. And it HAS happened before. Twice.

He thinks earning 60k a year is nothing, and we should never aim only that high, yet we earn nothing like that.

He loves it when you talk about cooking, better yet if you WANT to learn cooking off him, but absolutely won’t teach in detail to people other than my brother and I, not even my mum. Me, I avoid cooking at all costs. I like to talk to him about it though, and when he’s slightly ticked off, mention cooking and he’ll forget. Sort of.

He is the only one in the world (I’m convinced) who doesn’t use microwave and bans our household from using one. He even gave it away when we got it as a housewarming present a couple years more than a decade ago.

So anyway. He really hates it when we skip meals, especially breakfast, and because of that, he likes us to wake up early to eat his early (no later than 9am) prepared meals, usually rice or sandwiches.

He hates it when my brother and I sit in front of the computer all day, typing away, lost in cyberland because it’s unhealthy for us. He likes it when we go for walks in the park, especially automatically seeing that my brother and I are lazy piece of shits. And as a habit, we usually do after a meal.

Oh and dinner, we always always eat together at the table, unlike many families I’ve seen.

As you are reading this, you’re probably wondering why I am saying all this.

So why?

Because my dad is angry at us. The both of us.

My brother and I both woke up late today (10:30am) and dad has been ignoring the both of us since we came downstairs for breakfast!

We came down with our cheeky bubbly selves to be greeted by a “hn”. Damn, sweetness didn’t work on him this time. He must be really ticked off.

“Don’t worry, he’ll get over it.” I tell my brother enthusiastically despite dad’s response, or lack thereof.

So after I washed up the dishes, my brother and I automatically got out to the park and walked for about 20 minutes before heading home.

At lunch, we went downstairs to find food. He usually he prepares food for us, but today, zilch. Ok, no problem, we’ll have leftovers from last night.

And again, we scurried to our feet and went walking in the park. Came home and back on the computer.

Okay… not a word still. Surely he’d get over it by dinnertime?

So dinnertime came, and there wasn’t a dinner call for us. Mum told us about it. When we got downstairs, he was already halfway through his dinner. Walked, got home.

Again, not a word. O_o

He didn’t even hop on my brother’s computer to play Chinese chess tonight (they’re usually hovering over the computer)!

Suddenly, I wasn’t so enthusiastic anymore.

In fact, something tells me it’s not good. Not good at all.

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