Vacationing with my Parents aka Parent Hell…
Ahhhh New York. My home, my birth town, my paradise… and now all my memories are not that good. Well not exactly bad memories, but yes exasperating ones. I had never traveled with my parents, unless it was local traveling. I have been with my parents in NYC for the past four days. It has been hell. I can honestly say that within the first day feelings of oppression and panic attacks started to return little by little as I remembered exactly why I was so happy when I moved out int he first place twenty something years ago. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and would do anything for them but I have little if no patience for them and their closed minded antiquated way of thinking. My mother constantly complaints… this is too cold, too hot, I’m tired, don’t like the subway, hate traffic so we can’t take a taxi or rent a car… Aaaarrgh!!
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Mom: I’m hungry.
Me: Ok, what do you want to eat.
Mom: I don’t know. Anything’s fine.
Me: Ok, let’s get some pizza.
Mom: No. Not int he mood for that.
Me: OK, let’s get some steak.
Mom: Too heavy for my stomach at this hour.
Me: (Glance at my watch, it’s just 1pm) Ok, then how about a salad.
Mom: That’s too light. It won’t fill me up.
Me: Soup or a Korean Broth with dumplins.
MOm: The weather’s too hot for that.
Me: (I walk away in frustration)
Mom: What did I do? I can never say anything! I’ll just stand here and will never talk again.
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This has been hell!!! Or at least my version of hell. And dad is something else altogether.
My dad is the sort of person that thinks he knows everything and his is the right way to do things. He never intends on offending anybody but he usually does. That includes my brother, my mom and I. I usually call him off and he acts all defensive and throws a tantrum which and of itself is a mockery. He has no sensibility or tolerance and says people are oversensitive and that they should lighten up. I know my parents are not bad people, but they are annoying and to be honest I probably wouldn’t hang out with them if they were not my parents and I knew they acted like they do.
They have been good parents, and as unlikely as this may seem they did not teach me to act like them. On the contrary they have always told me to mind other people and their ideas, to respect everyone and treat them as I would like to be treated. I guess that’s why it irks me when I’m with my dad and he acts this way. He is a walking contradiction.
So basically, I want to get to my lovely Puerto Rico and try and forget these last few days. I need to cleanse my soul and I need to return to New York as soon as possible so that I can wash away the unpleasantness and frustrations of the last few days and replace them with the happy and relaxing ones I always gather when I’m here. November cannot get here soon enough….
BuHBye
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