Last day of the year... went out to family dinner, as usual. The food tasted rather average, I thought. My parents wouldn't stop complaining at the restaurant, as usual. One dish was too salty whilst the other didn't have enough salt, the meat was tender in one but it was probably because of unhealthy additives, etc., etc. I wish we were one of those families who could sit down, eat, and make small talk that everyone enjoys.
Because it was New Year's, I was being particularly not-my-usual-self, as in, I felt more socially inclined and thought I should be less of a dick to my family. So I took the effort to ask my mother, "so, how was your day? Did you do anything?" It was a legit question--- I was out working all day, after all. Then she's like, "OH I WOKE UP AND HAD TO TAKE YOUR SISTER TO SWIMMING LESSONS, THEN I WENT SHOPPING--- OMG THE PRICES ARE SO HIGH. WE HAD NOODLES FOR LUNCH, I SLEPT, YOUR FATHER WANTED A HAIRCUT, AND THEN I HAD TO CLEAN THE HOUSE. I DIDN'T EVEN FINISH BY THE TIME YOU CAME HOM-SADHFLJASHGJKDH"
...I stopped listening at some point.
I mean, I know I asked, but it was totally a courtesy greeting. I figured that I really was not interested in how her day was. It sounds so horribly... stereotypical-average-female-housewife. I have no better way of describing it. At least, looking at my parents, I know there's a certain way that I definitely don't want to live my life. And I will take extra caution to marry someone who isn't awkward when sitting with me at a dinner table, waiting for food to arrive.
Ah, there's my new year's resolution. I'm going to find someone to date--- someone who is so incredibly attractive, brilliant and clever--- and preferably someone who doesn't bolt off when I confess to them.
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