Hmm…after reading the comments to my previous post ‘Just Like You…‘, I realised that it may have been more cryptic than I had intended it to be. I guess I thought after seeing the label on the post, people may have figured it out. But I guess not everyone reads labels. =P
Let me uncomplicate things now.
The ‘you’ in the post is my dad.
Yes, I wrote the post because every day, I realise that I am becoming more and more like him. I’m doing things I used to in fact not like about him. For instance, for years, mum, my sis and I would tell him there was no point in swearing at other drivers from inside the car since there was no one else to hear it. Guess what? I’m doing exactly that! I remember how I thought he was so old-fashioned when he would question the point of spending money on those jeans with holes that came into fashion when I was a teenager (I never did buy them but was fascinated back then!) But now, I wonder about clothes with holes myself and the point of spending all that money.
It’s funny how as children we dislike a lot of things in our parents. Our worst fear is probably to become like them. But a year or so ago, I had one of those Joey-Rachel moments in friends: Oh-my-god-I’m-exactly-like-my-dad-when-I-thought-I-was-actually-turning-out-to-be-mum!
But I’m at an age when I don’t think it’s all bad. I’m still like mum when it comes to my anxiety, mind you. But never once did I dream I’d be like dad (especially because dad and I didn’t really get along when I was a teenager)
Funny how things turn out! =)
Speaking of “funny how things turn out”, on a different note — don’t you aboslutely loathe it when your dream job is advertised just 2 months into your new job (which isn’t really turning out to be what you had hoped) and you feel so annoyed that you cannot apply for fear of pissing off so many people?!
Have a good weekend!
Until next time,