Why would anyone dream of a white fucking Christmas? I did not ask for this. All I really wished for this Christmas was to maintain my sanity and not have an aneurysm while visiting home which is already a big request. We haven't had snow on Christmas day since 1996 or something and here it is. Hoo-fucking-ray. You know what snow means for me? Seeing as I live on a steep ass hill and there are probably 3 snow trucks in all of the greater Vancouver area it means I get stuck at home so that my dad can make unwelcome remarks using his trademark tone of voice which is a unique combination of condescending, critical, and obnoxious. His choice of words also always manages to grate my nerves. There is no such thing as saying something gently for him. Oh and hockey, which usually keeps everyone facing forward and yelling at the TV and not at me, is not back on for a couple days yet. Snow please melt.


Ben said...

Oh, sh!t, sorry, that was me: I've been wishing for a white Christmas the last little while. But in my defence, I asked for it in Taiwan, so it was God's fault for putting it in the wrong geographic location.

For you, I'm wishing the snow will melt.

Robyn said...

wow, i'm curious about your dad. is he a conservative like my dad and so many other dads i know? or is his major fault something else?

Fumbling said...

except for his sweeping generalizations about people of various races and classes, he's politically moderate. I think his problem is mostly that he has a very abrasive communication style and is too stubborn and self centered to recognize it or give a shit. On the flip side it means that there is no ambiguity as to the kind of parent I don't want to be to my future kids. This might involve battling genetic predisposition to being a jerk but at least I recognize it clearly. I'm already hyper aware of how I communicate with my friends and bf precisely because I don't want to be like my dad.

Ben said...

I know people who are abrasive by nature too, in the way they express their thoughts to people. In most cases, I've learned they don't really mean to come off that way (though in some situations they actually do, and you can't tell that apart from normal times).

So I've become pretty good at trying to filter that "attitude" out, but even so, it's pretty tiring. When I was younger, I didn't have the patience for it, and just stopped hanging out with them. Now that I'm older, I don't have time for it, and tend to tune them out.