| | a new insight to explain why i'd prefer my dad over my mom (despite it being close to mother's day):
she likes to put me down.
so perhaps i don't always deserve praise. after all, i'm not like all those other outstanding young adults in the world, pouring in the cash and buying property or whatnot. (although, i'd like to point out that unlike western parents, she does not expect me to move out anytime soon or ever for that matter, she thinks kids should always live with their parents because it's a societal responsibility or something. i guess it's some traditional asian filial piety thing, or maybe it's the burden of being an only child, who knows.)
anyways, as i was saying, i'm definitely far from outstanding and not a wee bit brag-worthy, and perhaps whatever praises i've ever gotten were undeserving, but i mean like, who takes away praise when it's already thrown out of someone else's mouth?!
it was a simple occurrence, barely noteworthy, but in a spur of the moment decision i've decided to spend my friday night making sushi, seeing i had avocados ready to be eaten at home. my skills at making a foreigner's idea of japanese cuisine has improved i guess, because the stuff i made looked muchhh much better than the crap i've tried making before, so impressed with myself i placed my considerable success onto a plate and arranged it in a somewhat orderly fashion so my parents could have some when they get home. they come home, see it, and go like, "oh wow, that does look edible!" which i responded to by doing a mental leap of triumph, because like i said, this was massive improvement from what i've done before.
my dad then makes the mistake of going, "oh wow, you're so 'gwai', making sushi for us and cleaning everything up after..." THEN my mom takes it upon herself to interrupt this and say "THAT IS THE DUMBEST REASON TO CALL SOMEONE 'gwai'!!! first of all, she made that for HERSELF, these are pretty much leftovers. she doesn't do jack shit at home, she rarely does chores, she doesn't help me with dinner, she doesn't even clean up her own goddamn room and you call that 'gwai'??! don't drag two completely irrelevant things and force it together, it doesn't work that way, i totally don't think she deserves to have that word used on her!", then my mom abruptly walks out and casually goes back to what she was previously doing, seemingly unprovoked and at ease.
basically, she interrupted my dad for the sheer purpose of disallowing him to praise me, not because she was angered by his statements or wanted to prove a point, she simply just wanted to take back what was rightfully mine, my dad's kindness in words. she seemed as if the statement was fine on its own, but she didn't want me to have it because i didn't deserve to or that i have yet to earn the privilege.
but who the fuck does that?! thanks mom, so maybe i'm in a slump right now but you know what you're right, i do need to be further discouraged. what, praise? nonsense! nobody needs that! i mean why make people feel an ounce better when they can feel worse right?!
ugh. moms. ughhh.
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